The Wailing Woman

11. Got You

Keep your eyes closed, shut them tightly because if you can't see what is in front of you it doesn't exist. It's been twenty minutes since I woke up and still had my eyes closed. My number one reason for pretending to be asleep is that while the gracious God of Death brought me home, he was still here.

I could hear his footsteps pacing back and forth, he was waiting for me but I didn't want to talk to him. While the throbbing pain from my head has subsided, my mind didn't want to rest as it replayed what happened earlier. Fate. Death. Crier of Souls. Wings. Heart. Darkness.

Fate has angered Death, now I had become part of that anger. But I wasn't afraid of his rage, after all, anger was layers of pain that has not been able to heal. Fate was cruel for not letting Death have his wings back and was even crueler for thinking that Death has a heart to open.

Rapid footsteps came towards me, I held the blanket tightly as I ignored the hairs on my skin standing up.

"I know you are awake, raven." Death said.

Mierda. (Shit.)

I kept my eyes closed, "You promised me that I would never have to see you again. I am only trying to make the best out of your broken promise."

I hated this, he hated this. We didn't want to be in each other's presence but Fate has made other plans for us.

"You don't have the voices." He retorted.

I opened my eyes meeting Death's cold gaze, the blackened vines were no longer corrupting his face. My hands loosened the hold of the blanket, once again I found myself wanting to trace my fingers down his face. To touch the deceiving monster who hid behind a handsome face.

I was still laying down on the couch as for Death, he positioned himself like a looming cloud ready to unleash a storm. His arms were spread apart as he placed each hand on my side pressing the couch down. He dipped his head, our noses almost brushing.

It looked like a fairytale scene, the princess waiting for her prince to kiss her from the deep sleep of nightmares except we were far from the fairytale story. I wasn't a princess and he wasn't a prince, if anything we were the ones who cast the curses on the princes and princesses.

I held his stare, "You broke that promise as well the moment you put them back inside my head again to get your stupid prediction."

His eyes narrowed, I turned my face from his as I lightly touched his nose. I sat up moving the furthest away from Death, I brought my knees to my chest pulling the blanket over my body when I saw my right hand was wrapped in a white cloth. I forgot about my palm bleeding strangely, I didn't feel any pain.

Death said arrogantly, "I believe the word you are looking for is thank you."

I lifted my head to see Death and I wanted to laugh. He wanted a thank you yet, he was the one who cut my palm open. And everyone tells me that I am delusional.

"Why are you still here?" I asked.

Death stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Because Fate decided to trick me and now I am stuck with you again."

"Right about that, I think you should try talking to her again. I am sorry you couldn't get your wings but I can't help you." I rushed through my words.

He said bitterly, "Fate isn't changing her mind, she has already created my path to getting my wings and you have become part of it." His eyes found mine, "We cannot escape Fate."

I leaned back on the couch running my fingers through my hair, two Gods were now making my life miserable and I was stuck with the worst one. Should I close my eyes again and pretend this isn't real?