Creative Writing: Death Love Story

Death Love Story
Blearily, Natalie opened her eyes. The blue sky spread out above her and the vivid color confused her. How did she get here? When she tried to look around a blast of white and darkness filled her vision. Pain. She came to the sky again. Sounds came to her and she heard the blasting of a car horn. The sound brought the memory back. They had been driving when another car knocked her off the road. She lost control of the car and remembered screaming her brother’s name when the car went airborne. She whimpered when she tried to move again. Where was Ben? Calling out for him didn’t work. Looking down she felt a rushing wave that distorted her vision. Blood and bone were twisted and lay all wrong. She called for her brother again. …show more content…
“I’m already busy. Just magic away the dust at least,” she gestured to the desk’s dusty state. “I’m not a magician. I am…” She cut him off with a wave of her hand, “Yea, yea, you’re Death. Gatekeeper and psychopomp to the land of the dead.” He tilted his head to the side at the blasé description. “By the way, I’m not calling you Death,” she started separating the yellow folders into their own piles. Turning over her shoulder she glared at him, “or boss.” He blinked, “I can’t tell. Are you mad?” The glare left her eyes, “No,” she continued in a softer tone. “No, I’m not mad. You gave me more time with Ben. I don’t regret that.” “I would say that most don’t offer their souls for more time but that’s not true. I see it often. But I didn’t think you would come to regret it, that’s why I offered you the deal. Be nice if everyone else kept their deal.” She faced him, leaning back on the desk. “Why do you make deals if everyone reneges anyways?” He shrugged again, “I like to collect things.” “You are Death, can’t you just scare them?” “That would be an abuse of my power. Besides, I have other more important stuff to do.” “Well, I’m not calling you Death. You gotta give me something else to call you.” “Joe?” he