When I imagined death I didn’t think he would be so cute. I thought death would be quick and painless. I always figured I would fall asleep one night and not wake up. I did not expect death to be so polite, or easy going. He had showed up at my doorstep yesterday, introduced himself while vigorously shaking my hand (and apparently his middle name is William). He took off his shoes, a pair of biker boots with red spikes scattered about, and then promptly threw himself down on my couch. Instead of the standard long cloak and scythe, he had a thick leather jacket and a butterfly knife that made me nervous. He took off the jacket and threw it on the floor. Underneath he was wearing a worn out Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt.
I stood at the foot of my couch, watching this strange man flip through my mail. Where or when he had gotten it I wasn’t sure. When he …show more content…
Nobody comes by for a while so they don’t find your body for six days. The file said you died in your sleep.” He said. He took the remote from my hands and clicked off the TV.
“Oh.” I said. I sat down once again. Suddenly my head felt warm and my hands cold. I had finally realized that this was the end. I was dead.
I would never get married. I would never read another book, or have kids. I wouldn’t own a house or listen to my favorite song ever again. I pressed my hands against my face and sunk into the couch. My stomach was twisting inside my body, and my heart burned unbelievably. I felt my hands begin to shake. My lungs weren’t filling with nearly enough air. My vision was blurring like I wore sunglasses for three days and had taken them off at noon. My mouth began to fill with saliva, and I heaved disgustingly. Rancid tastes began in the back of my throat, and worked their way into my mouth.
I had yet to move my hands. The small space between my cheeks and palms began to fill with water. A horrible groan rose from my chest, spilling out of my mouth and into the
I stood at the foot of my couch, watching this strange man flip through my mail. Where or when he had gotten it I wasn’t sure. When he …show more content…
Nobody comes by for a while so they don’t find your body for six days. The file said you died in your sleep.” He said. He took the remote from my hands and clicked off the TV.
“Oh.” I said. I sat down once again. Suddenly my head felt warm and my hands cold. I had finally realized that this was the end. I was dead.
I would never get married. I would never read another book, or have kids. I wouldn’t own a house or listen to my favorite song ever again. I pressed my hands against my face and sunk into the couch. My stomach was twisting inside my body, and my heart burned unbelievably. I felt my hands begin to shake. My lungs weren’t filling with nearly enough air. My vision was blurring like I wore sunglasses for three days and had taken them off at noon. My mouth began to fill with saliva, and I heaved disgustingly. Rancid tastes began in the back of my throat, and worked their way into my mouth.
I had yet to move my hands. The small space between my cheeks and palms began to fill with water. A horrible groan rose from my chest, spilling out of my mouth and into the