What is Death?

Chapter 2 : Meeting.

"Oh my actual gosh." Nala groaned while reading through her homework.

She whipped out her phone thinking about.. Well, whatever she wanted. She herself wasn't free, but her thoughts were. Her mind could run for hours, fly like a bird through the air. It was free. Not her soul though. Not her body... Her voice.. Nothing but the thoughts in your head that keep you up at night, and she's here to answer your questions. Every aspect of your life could, and can be answered if you think hard enough. All you have to do is sit back and relax. Just let your mind wander through the woods like a wolf running through it. Here's a few words for thought, why can a single word dictate the rest of your life? One word deciding whether you are going to a great college, or not going to college. One word deciding if people like you, or hate you and want you to burn. What is that word?

In all honesty, it could be any word depending on who is saying it.

A president demanding war, an army person yelling fire, there are many. But what was your word? Why are you continuing to read this? You can answer those questions, can't you? If not, by the end of this book, maybe you will be able to.

"NALA!" My mother shouted throughout the house.

I wonder what she wanted now? Oh. Probably to clean... Answer another question.. She made me this way. You know, an overthinker, probably messed up in the head.. Mentally.

"Coming." I replied back in a dull manner.

Getting up and walking down the stairs, I heard some unusual voices. Men? No.. Women? Both? Neither? Who would know? Well of course me once I get down there. EW! What is that thing? If mom sells me off to that, I might as well die. I'll kill myself before I go with that! I'm not even suicidal, but oh. my. gosh. That is actually hideous. Could that thing even be counted as human? It was none other than my father. His hair was matted and greasy and clung to his face like clumps of dirt, his eyes too big for his face and in a weird shape that resembled much of a goat for him to not be related to the said animal. His pupils were oblong in shape and his wormish mouth was twisted into a scowl and his skin was as pale as the belly of a fish. His tunic was dark, but dried blood was visible on it. Just walking down these stairs you could smell that death-like scent. It's not humanly describable, but if it was, it would be far much worse than death. If my monster of a father were to look into a mirror, it would shatter. I gagged.

"Darling.. You are going to spend some time with your father.."

Let me give you a check up real quick. I come from a very rich family. A family of witches and wizards, blood and vain, no mercy and the worst pain one could experience, but hey, its life. Well, maybe not for you, but for me. My first name is Nala, my surname is Rose. There is only so much I can do when my body and soul are not free. My mind is the one thing I can control. My witch power is Jeopardy and Explosions. My father is a straight up monster. He smells like death, and looks like a zombie.

"GO WITH HIM??" I raged out. "NO!" My mood switched quicker than it has ever before.

My monster of a father grabbed my arm. This sudden overwhelming pain dashed through my body. I didn't know what to do. This pain was so excruciating that I couldn't help but let out a loud yelp.

My eyelids got heavier by the second and the next thing I knew I had fainted. The pain from my arm had spread all throughout my body. I didn't know what to do so my body shut down. I could tell that there was blood all around me but.. It couldn't have come from me right..? Right...? All he did was grab my wrist.. Right? But why was I overthinking this so much? My father wouldn't try to kill me, would he? I know we aren't alike, and that we don't like each other that much but would he still try to kill his one and only daughter..? I don't think he would.. But I also don't know my monster-like father too well.

Why would I want to in the first place? Just looking at him gives me the shivers. I honestly have no idea why my mother fell for him. I'm glad she fell out of love, because if I had to see him everyday for almost 15 years, I probably would be suicidal. If you were in my place, you would be even more scared than me! I don't state the obvious too often because it tends to make humans mad, but oh my actual gosh. This monster of a man terrifies me, and you would probably have a heart attack if you were to see him in real life. Maybe he can visit you in your dreams? Honestly, why would you want him to? You must have some horrible taste if you actually want to see him. But hey! I'm not a judgmental person... Most of the time. I guess whatever floats your boat.

Why am I thinking about this so much? Time is passing by so slowly but I am thinking so quickly. The last thing I saw before my Father had me in a locked hold was his ugly, smirking face. Why does he have such enjoyment hurting people he should care about? It's all his fault anyway. Father and Mother have always enjoyed hurting people. Mentally, or physically. I don't want to take after either of them. Some things are inevitable though. Afterall, I was raised by them, taught by them, and it's in my bloodline. So, will I really be able to dodge this?