The darkness surrounded her.

She was engulfed in a never ending dark void of life. She never had a torch to light her path, if it ever existed.

It seemed as if she was under a canopy of some forest with tall trees spread around her. But, there were no gaps for the sunlight to pass through. Maybe it was night time. But, there were no signs of twinkling stars nor was the sky dark blue. It was pitch black of heavy emotions which she never let out.

No sound. No voices. Pin drop silence.

This was what she wanted. Away from all the talks which always strangled her. Strangling her to die living.

Where am I?

Hell or heaven. She wondered. She has read a lot about them. Oh yes, she did read enough books to call it a casual hobby. But, it was just more than that. 

Hell or heaven. They were just conceptions of human ideology. They were there to scare people in leading a well-mannered life. A well-mannered life with corrupt intentions.The one who knew the truth about after life, never got a chance to share it with others.

Well, you are gonna witness it!

She judged that she might be in hell.But, she couldn't accept it.

What she had done was never in her will. But, it was all her who did them. All the actions you do are the reflections of the society you saw yourself in. That one puppet who tried to control its actions never survived the play.

She could feel her body intact. But, her memories were not.

I won't need them anymore.

Gathering her strength she tried to stand up. Her knees gave in and she fell face first on the floor. The floor was ice cold; she could feel it climbing up her spine. Then all of a sudden it disappeared and was replaced with warmth.

Again, she tried to stand up. Finding her balance on the foreign warmth under her bare feet she explored the darkness. When her eyes noticed it.

When in darkness. When you find the shadow, seek for light.

The constant beeping woke her up.

Her sight was blurred by the bright light above her. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. She felt familiar nausea hit her. It was the same feeling as the day when she passed out after a drunken fight with some random guys. The same when she tried leaving everything here and escape.

She was surprised.Now, she found herself fit. Fit enough to fight those random dudes. But, sober.

She was breathing. Though, there were few tubes connected to her arms. Yet, she seemed so alive.

She was so sure, that her body had hit the bottom of the sea.Her body wasn't successful to fathom the sea. But, she felt her hitting the rocks. She felt the warmth. She felt being engulfed.

But, now it all seemed like a nightmare. Just like one of her wild imaginations.

Even her body didn't show any signs of the sea. She didn't feel wet. Her hair, they weren't damp. She used to always feel worn out. But, now she felt fresh and new.

She glanced around and was startled. 

She wasn't startled by the fact that she was tucked in pink covers. Pink didn't reflect her soul. Black reflected for who she really was.

The dark black. Just as dark as the abyss.

Black,dark,evil,sadness....

"Hello?"

The voice startled her. She turned to find the owner of the deep voice.

Old generation people will term him as- handsome or a gentleman.

The people of this spunky generation will term him as- hot.

The first she noticed was his darkness.He had the dead dark black eyes. Well chiseled face, under his black hooded jacket. His face was as pale as the moon in the dark night sky. A physique which could face an entire army of Spartans.

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped."Wh-Who are yo-you?" her voice cracked as she hugged herself. 

"I am the death reaper"