Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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There's nurses and doctors and hospital people everywhere and non-hospital people.

He keeps his arm around me and walks around a corner and I struggle to walk along. I struggle to walk by myself, let alone with a giant man holding me against him.

No one pays us any mind yet again.

We walk into a patient's room and I immediately figure out what's happening. My heart gains some pounds of sorrow for the family.

I see an older dark skinned lady laying on the bed with white hair that wonderfully contrasts with her skin.

She looks at me, then Death and smiles.

"You better be the Angel of Death, I've been waiting." She cheerfully says.

"Yes, are you ready to see your husband again?" He says with a professional voice but it's soft, a different kind than the one he uses with me but still soft.

"I've been waiting for years, I can't wait for you to take me out of this misery."

She smiles at me and I shyly smile back. Stupid fucking social anxiety be coming at the worst times.

She then turns back to death, "who is she? Did you finally get yourself a girlfriend? Oh she's so cute."

She gives me 'I would definitely squeeze the hell out of your cheeks if I wasn't bound to this bed' and I'm all here for it.

I then remembered earlier today and got all flustered.

"Oh she is! Hallelujah! Good for the both of you. You two are so cute together." She then playfully winks at me before turning to death.

I cover my face with my hands before wiping away tears from the stupid hyperhidrosis thing.

"Put me out of my misery already and let me see my husband again." She tells him.

He walks over and gently puts a hand on her forehead and she closes her eyes and looks peaceful.

The machines start making all types of noise and her body stops moving. Doctors come rushing in and try to save her but I see her as a ghost above her body.

She looks around before walking out the room, following a disappointed doctor and I follow her.

At the end of the 10 second journey, the doctor tells the family and it reminds me of last week and I feel bad for them. They get in a group hug and I see the sweet old lady join in on the hug but they don't notice it.

She hugs them till they calm down some. She then turns around and walks over to me. She puts her hands on my arms and it feels a bit cold. She then kisses me on the forehead with cold lips before letting go and disappearing into a wall.

I feel like I just watched a really good, 5 star emotional movie. I want to squeal and cry at the same time. The whole thing felt so wholesome yet sad at the same time.

Sad because her family is sad and I can feel their pain but wholesome because she left with the best attitude ever and she's going to heaven with her husband. Oh, it's so sweet.

I wish her absolute happiness and luck.

And I swear I heard her say 'good luck' before disappearing. I internally squeal.

Death appears next to me, "now then next person."

He shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling out a paper and reading the name and he immediately frowned. "This is going to suck, get ready."

"Wait, why?"

He doesn't respond and puts a hand on my shoulder. The scenery changes to a front room. A simple one.

I see a little boy laying on the couch watching blue's clues. He then notices us.

No, not the kid. I look up at death, "you're lying."

"Sadly not." He looks depressed but hides it before walking next to the kid and sitting down to be the same height as the boy.

The kid looks terrified.

"W-who are ywou? How you get in?" He asked.

This hurts.

"I'm here to take you to a better place. A place where all your dreams will come true and you can do whatever you want. You can be with biscuit again."

The little boy's face lights up at 'biscuit'. "Will momma come too?"

"She'll be there a few minutes after you. Now say bye to her because it's a long journey."

"Momma!" The little boy shouts.

A lady that looks just like him walks into the room and over to him, "yes?"

He points at death, "the man is going to take me to see biscuit again in a place where everything is better."

She looks to where he's pointing but obviously doesn't see death, "what man?"

"The one that's covered in all black with the big shiny pointy thing. He's right here and said to say bye to you because the journey is long till you're with me and biscuit."

I see the moment her heart breaks and realization hits her. Her back is to me but I can't even imagine what her face says.

She falls on the couch next to him and wraps her arms around him. I hear her shaking breaths.

"What's wrong momma?" The little boy asks against her shoulder.

I look at death who's just watching with a poker face.

"Nothing my dear, just be good on the journey and say hi to biscuit for me. I love you so much, to the moon and back."

That's what my grandma says to me.

"I love you to the sun and back." He says.

No, because all I'm thinking about is my grandma now. Damn fucking dammit.

"I love you to all the suns and back." She hugs him tighter.

"Will you love me while I'm on the journey?"

"Of course. I'll love you till the end of time." She kisses his cheek.

After a few minutes of her getting the most of this she finally controls her breathing.

"Momma?"

"Yes, my child?"

"When I'm gone on the journey, do you think dad will come back because I'll be gone? He could keep you company till you see me again. I won't be in the way anymore."

This is too much.

"You were never in the way. You made the path clear."

He smiles at her.

"It's time to go."

The boy looks at his mom, "the man says it's time. Bye momma. Me and biscuit will be waiting for you."

The mother is barely holding it together but she wears the mask for her son. "Bye my baby."

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We did this 10 more times.

Now I just lay, sprawed out, face down on my bed silently crying because that was fucking horrible.

How can death live like this? Constantly seeing people die because a stupid tree told him so. Oh it breaks my heart for all of them and death.

I was expecting a line of people waiting to be told where to go like those mobile games.

I hold Pikachu because we're still cuddle buddies. I tell him about it but he does nothing about it. Well he can't do anything. He's a pillow toy type of thing.

The bed weighs down behind me. An arm wraps around my stomach and pulls me back. He leans his head on the back of mine.

I lay my arm over his while still holding Pikachu in my other arm.

Actually this doesn't work.

I put my hand on top of his and wrap my fingers between his. I then take his hand and put it on Pikachu with mine on top. And his arm is now under mine mainly.

I hear that weird noise that I'm slowly getting fond of for just a second.

After a while of peaceful silence I turn over and face him. His fingers trace the curves in my back. He looks at me with curiosity.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Live a life full of death."

He smiles but it's too dark to know what it means, "it's in my name, I'm supposed to live this life."

"Wouldn't it make you miserable though?"

"Not anymore."

"Is it draining?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you like doing this?"

"It doesn't matter."

"But it does."

"No, it does not." He says, ending that branch of questions.

I'm gonna respect that.

"What's it like in the place that I can't mention here?"

"Well for 1, it's a place and 2, there's life there."

What the fuck happened in heaven? No one talks about it and he's only been saying bad things so far.

"Is there anything you would change about anything?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Stop asking me things and sleep."

Oh.

"Well good night then." His arm shall be my pillow yet again.

He drags his hand from my back to my side to caress my side, "night."

I eventually do fall asleep.

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It's now morning, I think. I forgot to check the time.

And I'm taking a shower because I stink and that's bad.

So I'm in the shower, trying not to get soap in my eyes, and I get that horrible feeling again.

"Why does this keep happening?" I mutter to myself.

It's a suffocating sensation that makes everything hurt. I can breathe but my brain doesn't process it. I can painlessly move but still feel paralyzed. It's broken glass traveling through my body in my blood.

It's a fishing line bringing tears out of my eyes. Immense guilt, pain and betrayal play rings around a rosey all throughout me. A weightless feeling that won't go away like I'm falling.

So I sit down so I actually don't fall. That would suck.

I let the water hit me while this horrible feeling won't go away. It makes me dizzy and this is the longest it stayed and it just gets worse.

I then get the biggest headache.

"Death, come here..." I quietly utter, remembering him saying he can make it go away. Hopefully he hears me.

I see him appear next to the tub through dull vision and wavy eyelids. Whatever horrendous pain this is is trying to make me pass out or something.

He turns the water off and throws the towel that he used to block his vision of me over me at the same time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, towering over me like a skyscraper.

I just grab the sleeve of his shirt before caving into letting my heavy eyelids close and tears fall from the depressing toothpick stabbing my heart.

He puts his arms under me and the feeling disappears and he picks me up. The pain still remains. I fully lean into him.

After some walking he sits down somewhere and has me leaning against him with his nose on my wet unfixed hair. His arms loosely around me and mine twisted against my chest.

Now I'm stuck with my thoughts.

And my thoughts chose to be those 12 people I watched die mixed with the holy tall monster that hasn't left me alone yet. And the disgusting afterfeel I get for feeling that sad and weak.

A horrible combination that makes me want to puke and clean out everything inside of me with a toothbrush and detail brushes.

Why me?

I didn't want any of this to happen. I just wanted Aaleyah to live and for my parents to not lose another child.

Death's been... decent? But I don't want any of this pain.

I don't want to see horrifying creatures or creepy demons anymore. I don't want to feel sadness and pain so bad it actually disgust me anymore.

I was supposed to finish school with Athena, become roommates with her and another friend in a big house and become a famous author and YouTuber. Then I was supposed to find my dream country man and get married, adopt kids and get a horse. Buy my family their dream things on my dream farm.

Can I still work for that after being able to see demons and feel this horrible thing with death being clingy?

He said my life wouldn't change. It's only been 4 days and so much has changed. So much has happened, good and bad, wonderful and twisted. Pain with pleasure, new findings and a hint of what's yet to come.

I went to one of the places at the top of my bucket list. I also saw things I've never wanted to see. I did things I dreamed of and things that I had nightmares about.

All in 4 days.

This is the 4th fucking day after the Angel of Death took my soul.

That's disgusting.

Such a short amount of time for so much change. I don't adjust to as little as getting a new teacher. This is too much.

Day 1 I got claimed, met Lucifer and went to Italy and saw my first demon. Day 2 I went to school and I witnessed hell break and saw things and got myself stuck on top of the cabinets. Day 3 I did things that I should be ashamed of but aren't for some reason and saw 12 people die because I was too curious for my own good. Day 4 is now the weakest I've been yet for an unknown cause.

I used to cry myself to sleep for 2 weeks when the school year would start.

This makes no damn sense and I'm quickly losing a lot of motivation to live what's left of my old normal life.

I don't want to waste my life away laying in bed forever again but going back and forth is so overwhelming for my weak self.

History really does repeat itself but this time for a different reason.

Is this a good reason though?

There's people that have it worse. They don't have anyone to comfort them. Am I just being a baby again?

Maybe if I add everything after Christmas it'll be a good enough reason. Those few weeks were crazy too.

I then remember things I wish I didn't.

This is why I don't like thinking. Just lures in past trauma.

Like getting attacked, hallucinating horrible things and people getting shot at your parents home.

Oh how nice. Thanks brain.

Oh and now the shooting reminds me of similar things from childhood.

I'm sick of this. I'd smack my head but I don't want the towel to fall.

I look up at death and see him looking out the windows across the room. "Distract me." I whisper.

He looks down to me, "from what?"

"Me."

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Does anyone else struggle with this? Like I picture a scene. I know what I'm gonna write for like a whole day and then as soon as I get motivated to write, I write the exact opposite.

Like for the 2nd half of the chapter I imagined what to write right before I went to bed. Thought about it the whole night and even remembered it in the morning.

Then I get in history class and write the exact opposite for no reason. Then as I'm driving home I realized how stupid it was and got mad.

Then I lost motivation to write that day so I did it the next day, today. It's still not what I wanted but it's better.

Like I can't write what I think. I say the perfect words and most amazing details in my brain and then write stick level words. This chapter took 3 days lol.

And I keep thinking of extra scenes to write of Irina and death at the end of the chapters but what I want to write will spoil it and idk what to write.

I'll dream about it tonight tho like I do with everything else in this story.

This is the first story I wrote where I had this many dreams about it and they're all in the future so it's harder to not just write them lol.

And does anyone have trouble connecting scenes? Like I'll have one scene planned out and the next one planned out but I can't think of a transition to them. Like I can't just put a time skip between every point a and point c. I need the point b but can't write it.

Well sorry for my rant lol. And I didn't draw the damn pictures yet 🙄 😂