death is inevitable

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Trigger warning- slight mentions of death, suicidal thoughts and self harm.

Death, was in fact, inevitable. No matter how much people tried to prolong they're limited existence by maintaining good mental and physical health and staying out of dangerous situations that could potentially risk their lives; death was always lingering around waiting for the right moment to grab your soul and rip it out of you leaving your physical body here as an empty, rotting shell. 

Death was inevitable; but i have never feared it, it has always feared me. 

You see I am human; more or less. I look like you, talk like you, move like you, eat like you. But my consciousness refuses to think like you. Instead of calling myself some kind of freak or monster for being able to do what the average human couldn't possibly dream of, I like too think that i'm just more... advanced, so to say. 

I have already mentioned that death fears me. Why, you may ask? Because although you might fear death; although you might do everything in your power to escape death until the very end; I am the only one who can break it apart. Break it with my hands alone. I am able to see, feel and smell death. I am able to control it; to mold it. 

 Those who deserved death, received it. Those who didn't deserve death, received it. Why? Because death was inevitable. Until now. To you; death is inevitable. But to death; I am inevitable. 

Now this is where my story begins. Two moderately young teenagers; both of which have death lingering near. 

Rowena. Her name might mean fame and joy; however she was the girl who never put her body on display. Her hair was always pulled into a loose, lifeless bun. Her lips sealed shut. Isiah. He was the guy who laughed loudly at the front of the class. His hair feel perfectly on his sculpted face. His humor being rude and sarcastic. Now, this is no love story; as you may think. You'd expect them to be polar opposites. But the fresh cuts on both of their writs forbid me to assume that. 

Everyday, Rowena would study herself in the mirror. Her arms far too limp and weak. Her nose took away the small amount of beauty she had. Her face represented hurt. She was never the pretty girl. No amount of makeup or baggy clothes could make her feel like a pretty girl. 

But now all is good. She was finally smiling. 

Her lifeless body had some happiness; for she knew death was near.

Isiah. He was the guy, every girl wanted. His hair was messy yet still gorgeous. His smile lit up thousands of cities. His eyes held desire. He had countless amounts of friends. Girls would line up just for a glance off of him. He was the man evreyone envied; the man evreyone wanted to be. But every morning, his face hung low. His breath was shaky and his hands trembled. 

He'd say his bruises were from 'sports'. The cut on his upper lip was from 'hitting a wall'. His fatigue eyes were from 'studying all night'. 

But would his alcoholic mother say the same? 

You can't expect to look at someone and immediately know how they are feeling or what they are thinking. This is because most people that have something bad going on in their life usually try their best to hide it. All the negative emotions coursing through their body, hidden by a broken smile. Have you ever wondered why they don't just speak to someone? Is it  because they don't to burden other with their personal problems? 

Or is it because they don't want death to find out about their problems? That they don't want death to notice that they don't want to live anymore. Because no matter how many times they claim that they want it to end, what they really mean is that they want to start again. To have a new life. Not to give up on life altogether. 

But of course, they would not know this as the human mind is too narrow to really go into depth about the concept of restarting life. To humans you only get one shot at life. You are brought into the world, you live and then you die. That is if death catches you. 

Remember when i said i was able to control death? You see, I am able to control death by not allowing it to catch up to you; by granting new life.  

You probably think my existence is a dream come  true. No death. New life. But you're wrong. You see, I am not able to grant new life to evreyone. I am only able to restart the lives of those who seek death before it has reached them. People who are suicidal. However, the more new life that i give out the more strength i get. Which means that i will eventually be able to  grant life to all. I will eventually be able to elimi nate death. 

But what does this have anything to do with Isiah and Rowena, you may ask? In order to gain the power I need to be able to give new life to evreyone, I have to give them new life. However, Isiah refuses to take up my offer. He claims that i am lying. That restarting life is impossible. Rowena, on the other hand, has already agreed to take up my offer. However her and Isiah are somehow connected. Soulmates, perhaps? Nevertheless, i am unable to give new life to one of them, without giving it to the other. 

So I, along with death, are both following them. The question is, who will be there first?

I leaned my head against the window watching as two droplets of rain dropped