𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

I'm sorry if your sad at the end, x <3

You can never appreciate the things you have if you've never experienced loss. That's what Velle felt. Experiencing loss in her life was common. She always had to let things go quickly. Well of course, she was death itself.. and she had another victim to consume.

Given a role like this from the gods was sometimes exhausting. Mentally and physically. It drained Velle to the bone. Hovering over an innocent person, them not knowing that death would strike them in a couple of days. Velle hated seeing how happy they were with their lover, family or friends. Hated knowing that she would be the reason for their heartbreak and grief when the time came.

Now hovering over another, Velle watched as the young, yes that's right, young girl walked to school. Velle hated the young ones. Hated knowing that she would be taking a life so soon. If they were old, she would understand, but as for the young.. she never did.

Watching over this girl, Velle saw nothing wrong with her. She was perfect, stunning to be exact. Long, brown hair. High cheekbones, full lips with dark brown eyes and freckles. Any guy or girl could ask for.

Velle sighed heavily as she continually stayed hovering over her, watching her every movement.

'Tomorrow.. tomorrow I'll do it,' she thought as she watched closely. Noticing how the girl avoided everyone around the school, as if trying to make herself invisible. Instantly, Velle knew what she was dealing with. Depression, loneliness, abandonment. Velle shook her head, knowing what was going to happen in the end .

**

Throughout the day, Velle kept watch over her, growing bored . But as soon as the girl was back home, her interest came back , paying more attention once more . Noticing how she stayed in her room the majority of the day. Noticing how she paced the room a lot, looking on edge all the time.

But that didn't catch Velle's attention, it was when she started crying. Sobbing into the empty room. Letting out ear-piercing cries. Then, she walked over to her coffee table and started to text someone.

Velle leant over her shoulder and read the text, noticing how the contact of the name read ' Bestie🖤 '. Quietly, to herself, she read the text: Myla.. you would never understand how grateful I am for having you in my life. The way you made me so happy and the way you made me feel worth this time. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. The things that I'm feeling hurt so much..  I just want it to end and this is the only way how. It's not your fault, it was me. Don't grieve over me, ok? I love you so much, I'll watch over bb don't worry.🖤

Sent.

Velle closed her eyes.. now completely understanding why this was her next victim. This girl.. this poor girl.

She wanted to scream, wanting to know why.. why she had to take this awful role. It pained her to know she was taking innocent lives. And the fact this girl wasn't waiting for tomorrow, she was doing it now.

The sound of rustling made her open her eyes again. She looked up and saw the girl crying once more. She looked out her bedroom door and then made her way to the bathroom.

Velle sucked in a heavy breath as she followed. Watching as the girl looked at herself in the mirror. Velle wanted to comfort her, tell her it was going to become ok. But she couldn't, she wasn't allowed to.

Surprised, the girl turned on the shower, the bath to be exact, and sat in the tub. Fully clothed.

Velle started to cry as well. Seeing how the girl took out a razor blade, the blade bent at the end. Clearly seeing how old it was.