Death became my Love

Chapter One: Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

This is all going to be from Amara point of view. Hope you enjoy!

Everyone always thinks the girl with the soft silky hair, the gorgeous smile, the perfect body, and the good attitude is always the most popular girl ever. I could only laugh and snort at this. I was that type of girl, but I wasn't popular at all. Simply just going through the motions of life living the average life of a eighteen year old. Eighteen; the age where you're suppose to be seen as a legal adult, but yet no one treats you like that. Adults still think you're a little kid that doesn't understand the way of society and your parents see you as child still. What's the point of being a adult if you couldn't live as you please?

My normal life quickly changed soon before I could mutter a single word. Walking through to the store to buy my mom something became something I didn't expect. Only thing I could remember that day was standing at the register ready to pay when the pain erupted in my chest. Then everything went black.

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"Hey girly wake up" a voice hissed in my ear. Forcing my eyes to open was harder then I thought, but when I did there was nothing but white. Turning my head everywhere all I could see was white everywhere. Was I dead?

"No not dead yet. Your on the borderline or Limbo to be more exact. I'm a Grimm Reaper here to judge you to see if you deserve to live some more or die" the voice from earlier came. Looking forward I could finally see what was in front of me. A person who was cloaked in black stood there. I swore I was the only one here earlier just hearing a voice.

"Who are you?" I asked simply ignoring that I was in a weird world with a guy who called himself something of the unnatural world. He only chuckled at my current thought making me freeze. Could he read minds?

"Yes girly. Like I said I am a Grim Reaper, but you don't believe it do you?" he asked.

I could only muster a scowl to his statement. This is it I am dead and there is no heaven and I'm stuck with a weirdo.

"I'm not a weirdo. You interest me so much. Other people would be begging on their knees asking for a second chance, but you're here and not giving it any thought. Your only concern is that you are dead and stuck with me. Even though that would persuade me that you want to stay dead you're soul says a different story. You don't believe me so I will give you a gift. This gift will tie you to me, and I will be visiting more often" he said knelling beside me. He took his hood off making me stop breathing. Looking down at me was a guy who looked a little older then me. Two piercing color eyes focused down on me as he began to laugh. This caused his messy white hair to become even more messy.

"Cat got your tongue girly, or should I said Amara. A unusual name for a unusual girl not to mention that you have some pretty dull eyes. Let's make them less boring shall we" he chuckled before lightly touching my eye lids that I closed from instinct. I felt a blinding pain, but no words would come out as everything turned red then back to normal.