Why are people so scared of me, is it because they don't know what it feels like or is it because they hate it when I take there family members away. Or maybe it's because they hate the name I was given?
I have no reason for you to hate me, I'm just doing my job, like you do yours, I watch you when you are alive, and when it's time to go, you see me for a split second and then I disappear with your soul to give to the man upstairs.
I've been here since the beginning and have so many haters, but for what reasons?
Thank you for reading this chapter, I got this idea from my best friend Katherine181201, if you have any suggestion on what I should right next, please comment.
-Tayla
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