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Hi, my name is Carrot
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 | Death-Short Story |
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 4.78 with 9 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-08 14:43:13 |
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Death is standing in the shadows; being very careful not to be seen but to see. He is blending into the darkness, and watching the kids play on the sidewalk next to the busy road. One of the will die today. The beautiful little girl as a matter of fact. It's the will of life....
He is waiting...watching.
Death is silent, and he will never make a sound. Why should he? Why would he need to talk if he can just look at you and scare you to pieces? Who needs a voice? Who needs sounds? The world is full of sounds, but they aren't Death's...not yet they aren't.
Silent, watchful, Death.
Cold.
Very cold.
It's easy to accept Death. Why Death is easier then living! Death is easy...quiet. Death can even be comfortable if you give it a chance. Life is so hard. Life is full of brutal treatment, hard choices, mean things, cold things, harsh things. Life has never really been a happy thing. Death had never enjoyed life himself. He had always hated life. Oh, dear life! Life had been nothing but trouble for him. Life is hard, Death is easy. Peaceful...life isn't peaceful. Life could never be what Death is!
There she goes; she's about to fall. Why must it be a little girl this time? Death has taken many people. Mostly old people but he has taken many young ones as well. Little babies that never would have survived even if he had let them live. Why make them go through harsh things? There are a few he let try it at this life; the little girl he is about to take home with him is one of them. They can never fit in and they will only die harder death's. Brutal and painful ones. Not the kind of soft peaceful death's that everyone wishes they could have.
Ah; her foot slipped on the curb.
Oh! An eighteen wheeler. That's an odd twist.
Maybe it won't be as painful as he thought it would be for her. Poor girl.
Those are her friends; when she gets hit by the truck the memory will haunt them till their dying die. Death will make sure of that.
There she is; sitting in the middle of the road. She's trying to get up but she can't. Her foot is stuck in the gutter. Her friends are staring at her in shock. Why don't they help? If they would Death wouldn't have to start walking towards her...
The truck is honking; the little girl is sobbing.
Her little voice reaches Death's ears,
"Help me! I can't get up! My foot is stuck! Help me!"
Why are they standing there looking dumb? Why don't they help the little princess? Hadn't she helped them just last week? Yes she had, she had saved them all. Death was there. He had gone to take them away but she stopped them and now Death is taking the noble one. He stepped out into the light.
Her eyes went wide as Death walked forward to her.
"Who are you?" she whispered as the truck started to tear down the road.
"Death," he whispered using his voice for the little girls sake, "I have come to take you home. You don't belong on this world. You're going to that beyond on it."
"Oh."
What a smart little girl. She stopped struggling and she looked at her friends with hate filled eyes. Then the truck hit her and she stood next to Death now. The two looked down at her dead body; spilling scarlet blood all over the road and dripping into the gutter. Her friends started screaming.
That is the memory that will haunt them till their dying day. The hate filled eyes for not helping, the truck tearing down the road; her blood.
Death will make sure of it.
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A/N: Sorry. Emo mood.
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