Death Falls | Death & Aaliyah [ON AMAZON]

Chapter Three: Aaliyah Demands

I've never feared death before. Not when my mother died, not when Kevin attempted to cut my air supply off. I didn't fear meeting death as I realized the darkness that specked the corners of my vision.

There was always this little fascination that I had with death itself, I've read a great deal about it. I've even read about the angel of death from different religions, but I've never had a religious belief system. I believed everything was just is, and everything would eventually go back to nothing, it just all needed to run its course.

I was ready to meet that fate at any time. That's why I didn't even fight or scream for help when Kevin tried to strangle me to death. Sounds like I have issues, right? Well, I don't. I've been to therapy. I don't have any repressed traumas or anything. The only happy and down I've ever experienced was my mother. Not because we had the deepest connection, but because she was the only person there from the start for me.

One may call me a psychopath, but I understood good and bad, I understood feelings and I didn't have a strong urge to have everything my way. Oh, and I've never killed anyone in my life. I don't know what it's like to be angry, sad, overly happy or anything. I've been nothing but an empty shell before my mother died. But that was just a time estimate of when I started to feel specks of emotions.

If we're being honest, I kinda suspect it to be because of Death. Maybe his presence finally sparked something in me. I've been in a steady sense of serenity for the past five years and I believe it could be thanks to him if that's been how long I've been watched.

A part of me expected Death to probably be a tall lanky man or just a pile of human bones in a cloak, not a giant with a deer's skull that could barely stand in my apartment flat. There was an outline of very broad shoulders beneath that large cloak of his, but even so, it wasn't so easy to picture what was beneath. Though I assume he probably had nothing there. I wanted to touch him to find out, but he seemed to be avoiding that since he smalled himself on the couch so much last night for the movie.

It was as if he was nervous to be around me. It wouldn't be obvious to others, but to me, I could see through him. At least, I'd like to think so.

When I woke up the next morning, Death wasn't there, and my chest hollowed. I was hoping to see him the moment I woke up, but I smiled as I realised the blanket of warmth that held me. He must have covered me when I fell asleep.

Who would've thought that Death was a sweetheart?

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As the day goes by, it feels lonely for the first time in five years. Is he truly gone? I don't like this. I don't like that I know nothing about this creature and all I can do is experience things I've never had to deal with before.

To distract myself, I went out with a friend who decided they wanted to bring me out. I had told her about what Mr. Pry tried to do last night, and how I had to fight for my life and managed to knock him out before being able to run away.

Seeing as she was the one who introduced us, she felt in the right to take me out for an official apology despite me saying multiple times that it was in no way or form her fault. But alas, I took myself out of the house and allowed her to pick me up.

We sat at a restaurant, stuffing our faces as we chatted away about everything and nothing.

Khalia was someone I believe I would have loved if I ever gained true feelings towards people. The girl was sweet, kind and as morally grey as they come. Honestly, I liked that about her. I myself was a decent blur between black and white. I believed that was the thing that glued us together. She also understood that I was incapable of loving her as a best friend would. The first time I brought attention to it, she laughed in my face and said that if I treated her so well without any emotional devotion, she should have loved to have known me with such.