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So I got inspiration for this from a Tumblr post about Death being misunderstood. I hope you enjoy? xD
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An Unlikely Friend.
This is a story of my untimely end. It sounds depressing, which it kind of is, but I also met an unlikely friend along the way.
I was walking home from school one day when it all happened. I wasn’t particularly paying attention to the cars that whizzed by, which was a mistake on my part. I was crossing the street when a car sped through the intersection and struck my side. I immediately blacked out.
When I woke up I was looking at the sky. I didn’t feel anything, it was very peaceful. The memory of being hit by a car slowly seeped back into my mind. I sat up and looked around. I didn’t see my body anywhere, but I knew I had to have died from that impact. I didn’t know where to go so I just began walking with no particular place in mind.
After a while of walking I noticed a hooded figure that was following me. How long have they been following me? When I turned to get a better look, I realized the figure was holding a scythe. That must be Death, he must be here for me. I stood still as Death walked closer and closer. I tried to get a look at his face, but he didn’t seem to have one. All I could see was darkness under that hood.
Death held out his hand to me. I looked at what I thought was his eyes and gave him a questionable look. In a surprisingly soft voice he said “Just take my hand. I’ll guide you to the other side safely. You don’t want to travel it alone.” That last part seemed ominous, so I agreed to taking his hand.
Once I took his hand we ended up in a distorted forest. It appeared to be night, even though it was daytime a moment ago. As Death led me down the path towards the afterlife, I took this chance to look around at the forest. Glowing eyes peered at us from behind trees. Their figures hidden within the thick mist that covered the place. I shivered as I thought about what they would do to someone traveling alone. Death’s presence seemed to scare them into staying away.
I suddenly spoke out, asking “Death, why does everyone hate you?” He slowed his walking down when I asked that. It seems he wasn’t expecting that question, he stayed silent for a few minutes. Somehow, he replied even softer than before. “I don’t know why people hate me.” he began. “They act like I killed them. My job is just to lead them safely to the afterlife. Some dare to travel this path alone, I wonder if they’ve ever made it to the other side.” I couldn’t think of anything to say about that. I remained silent until we reached our destination.
After a while, a gate appeared in the distance. The forest seemed to end near the gates and the mist seemed to lighten up. Death let go of my hand and said “That gate over there is the afterlife. You will be fine by yourself as you walk over there.” I looked at the gate then back at Death. My body moved without thinking, and I hugged Death. He seemed taken aback, but who would blame him. “Thank you.” I mumbled. “You’re the reason I made it safely.”
I felt cloth around my body and looked up. Death was hugging me back. “This is the first time someone has thanked me.” he spoke.
After our hug, it was time for me to cross over and for Death to continue leading others to the afterlife. I walked through the gate into the afterlife as Death watched, before walking down the path he brought me along. He would remember the soul who gave him a hug, he would remember his new friend.
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An Unlikely Friend.
This is a story of my untimely end. It sounds depressing, which it kind of is, but I also met an unlikely friend along the way.
I was walking home from school one day when it all happened. I wasn’t particularly paying attention to the cars that whizzed by, which was a mistake on my part. I was crossing the street when a car sped through the intersection and struck my side. I immediately blacked out.
When I woke up I was looking at the sky. I didn’t feel anything, it was very peaceful. The memory of being hit by a car slowly seeped back into my mind. I sat up and looked around. I didn’t see my body anywhere, but I knew I had to have died from that impact. I didn’t know where to go so I just began walking with no particular place in mind.
After a while of walking I noticed a hooded figure that was following me. How long have they been following me? When I turned to get a better look, I realized the figure was holding a scythe. That must be Death, he must be here for me. I stood still as Death walked closer and closer. I tried to get a look at his face, but he didn’t seem to have one. All I could see was darkness under that hood.
Death held out his hand to me. I looked at what I thought was his eyes and gave him a questionable look. In a surprisingly soft voice he said “Just take my hand. I’ll guide you to the other side safely. You don’t want to travel it alone.” That last part seemed ominous, so I agreed to taking his hand.
Once I took his hand we ended up in a distorted forest. It appeared to be night, even though it was daytime a moment ago. As Death led me down the path towards the afterlife, I took this chance to look around at the forest. Glowing eyes peered at us from behind trees. Their figures hidden within the thick mist that covered the place. I shivered as I thought about what they would do to someone traveling alone. Death’s presence seemed to scare them into staying away.
I suddenly spoke out, asking “Death, why does everyone hate you?” He slowed his walking down when I asked that. It seems he wasn’t expecting that question, he stayed silent for a few minutes. Somehow, he replied even softer than before. “I don’t know why people hate me.” he began. “They act like I killed them. My job is just to lead them safely to the afterlife. Some dare to travel this path alone, I wonder if they’ve ever made it to the other side.” I couldn’t think of anything to say about that. I remained silent until we reached our destination.
After a while, a gate appeared in the distance. The forest seemed to end near the gates and the mist seemed to lighten up. Death let go of my hand and said “That gate over there is the afterlife. You will be fine by yourself as you walk over there.” I looked at the gate then back at Death. My body moved without thinking, and I hugged Death. He seemed taken aback, but who would blame him. “Thank you.” I mumbled. “You’re the reason I made it safely.”
I felt cloth around my body and looked up. Death was hugging me back. “This is the first time someone has thanked me.” he spoke.
After our hug, it was time for me to cross over and for Death to continue leading others to the afterlife. I walked through the gate into the afterlife as Death watched, before walking down the path he brought me along. He would remember the soul who gave him a hug, he would remember his new friend.
