(This may be short ;-;)

Fell!goth's POV

    I sprinted into the woods. I knew this way was towards the city. The twigs and leaves crunch and snap under my fast speed. The bright lights of the city getting near. Dear freedom before me. I smiled as I reached the tree line.
    My scarf was snagged, pulling me back a few inches. A great pain surging through my stomach. I force my head down towards my stomach. The tip of a scythe plowed through my ecto-stomach. "I should've done this a long time ago" the voice of a reaper spoke. It was my father. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the pain increased tremendously. He pulled the scythe from my stomach slowly and painfully. I fall to my knees in defeat, landing a hand onto the ground. I press onto the new wound firmly. He finally did it, he finally ended my misery. I curl my mouth into a smile and chuckle. My vision becoming blurry as the last of my balance started to dissipate. I feel my body fall and hit the soft grass below. I didn't feel my body turn to dust though.
    "What the fuck?! Why isn't he turning to dust!?" my mother shouted. The only reason is...I don't know. I smiled lightly along my cheeks.
    "The fu*k you smiling about?!" the last words I heard from my father before being kicked under the nose and passing out.
    When I awoke later, I found myself being carried over the shoulder. All I could see was ground from my perspective. Gravel and dirt mixed to make a type of walkway. I could see glimpses of sandals worn by my father. The gravel and dirt pressed down against his sandals, creating the sound of dirt being compacted into rock. The sound and movement stopped abruptly as I force myself to look around. I see many graves with stones placed above the head. Soon I was picked up from the shoulder and dropped down into a hard wooden box. I pass out once more from a concussion. I didn't expect what happened next......