Personal Narrative: I Am Death

Everyday I am greeted by the memories of former lives. For some, I come too soon and for others, not soon enough. No one wants to meet me, but eventually their time will come. I am the one who breaks families apart. People view me a terrible thing who has no feelings. While they are right about me having no feelings, I am not terrible. Personally I see myself as a fair being who is just doing their job. My job is not an easy one. For I am Death, The one every person fears. From the mightiest of heroes to the lowest of the lows. Nothing can stop a person from attending their meeting with me.
One fact about me: I always find amusement from the lives of humans. It fascinates me of how they will do anything just so they won’t have to meet me. …show more content…
The boy slowly deteriorating as the disease invaded his body. There were many times where I thought that today was the day and it would be the last of his breath. Many times I could see that he was hanging on by barely anything bigger than a thread. How could this boy survive so long. This sense of stubbornness made me feel something inside of me. It was like I was cheering this boy on to live. How could I root against my own job? This boy defide that natural of the disease. It was as if he did not want to die, so he could show me up. That was what made me remember he so well. Never before had someone tried to escape me as much as him. There were many times where he could have just simply let me take him away and end his suffering. Then he started to recover his health. Soon enough he was back to normal. I realized it was not his time and figured I must continue on. I knew at that point that the next time I did see him, It would be his time.
Many, many years had passed before I saw that boy again. But this time he was no boy. He was a little old man who could barely stand. Even as his sand in his hourglass ran out, I could still tell he despised me. He greeted me as an old rival who finally got the best of him. Finally I collected his soul and moved on with my job.
Humans always find new ways to impress me as they live their lives. Some of them defy the odds and prolong their meeting with me while other meet me by fighting for what they believe in. Do not fear me. I am not a terrible thing. I bring an end to each of the chapters in the book of life. Now is time for the end of the boy’s story. I must get back to my work. One day my meeting will be with you. Until that day,