When Death opens the door

Chapter 1: Who am I?

????? P.O.V.

I watched the young girl in her house. She was watching a strange thing. I saw a single tear fall down her perfect cheek before she fell over. She curled up and cried so hard I wanted to comfort her. I knew I couldn't though. One touch and I would end her life. End her misery. Maybe that's what she wants. I became curiuos and thought to give her a chance. I went to her, but did not dare touch her. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Do you want the pain to go away?" I asked. Her sobbing seemed to calm down. "I can help. I can't talk now, but I'll see you tonight." I said before walking out the door swiftly. Her mother walked to her room and burst inside. "What is the matter with you!" she screeched. "Nothing." the girl replied. I pitied her. She couldn't hide the tears she had just shed from her mother. "Why don't you just cry about it huh huh!? Just go ahead and cry!" The mother yelled. The tears flowed down the girls cheeks and I looked away as I heard a deafning slap. I loved pain, but when put on little, innocent children? How could a parent stand to do that? Oh well I had another innocent child to attend to. I rushed there and stopped in front of his door. Him and his friend walked past. "I hate it when my parents fight." He muttered to his friend. They walked towards the park. They began talking. I wanted to hear more, but a voice cried out. I ran to it and collected the poor woman and brought her to the judgment table. I walked back to the lot the boy and his friend were in. The friend was gone, but soon returned and pounced on the boy. "Come on Johnny. We're running away." The friend said. I followed them. They eventually stopped and took a smoke. "What happened Ponyboy?" the boy named Johnny asked. "Darry hit me." The so called Ponyboy answered. I left as another person cried out. I collected the man and brought him to the judgment line. I heard a boy's voice call out to me and I went to collect him. I walked and saw Johnny and Ponyboy with him. I collected the boy's soul and brought him to the table. I soon found out that Johnny an Ponyboy were running away for killing this poor boy. I wished to help, but couldn't. It was growing extremely late and I had an appointment with the young girl. Aw how rude of me. Telling a story without you knowing my name. You may have already figured it out. If you haven't I will tell you. What's the one thing that is haunting this world? Death.