Drugs, Death, And Diane.

God damn my tummy hurts

Hello I'm Diane and I'm gonna be real with you guys, don't overdose. Now I know that's a pretty obvious statement I mean like who would want to do that? Well let me introduce something to you. Have you ever heard of college students? Yeah well they have pretty interesting parties. Some of these parties could involve anything between water, alcohol, or in this case; drugs. Now originally I woke up with a lot of pain, my stomach, of course. Now, however, I feel amazing! it's probably because I'm staring at my body on the floor... so I think I'm dead, I can't remember much of the last night, but I remember the fact that I didn't take any pills. I'm mostly sure that I was spiked and killed but that's not my biggest concern. My biggest concern is the roughly 7 foot tall man, dressed in an entirely black cloak, holding a massive sickle that probably is not used for cutting the lawn. I feel the cracked skin on my lips as I open my mouth to speak before his hands jumps over my mouth. It's not in a malicious way. He just seems to have something he'd like to say before I say anything. " Diane, thou must exit from this plain" his voice crackles through the air as if someone's scraping a knife against marble. " I'm kind of dead though aren't I? I mean it's pretty obvious that I'm a corpse on the floor but like, come on I'm new with this.
give an explanation maybe?" I can hear my own words, echo out throughout the hall, but no one within the room stirs. The man looks to me in shock, his face is different, I can pick out tiny details, but if I try to focus on the entire face, it's wrong like it's blurry. " You speak, not many can speak, and not only do you speak, but you retain consciousness, most who pass beyond this point are completely void of any thoughts. You were one who is stronger than that like I was, you will be my successor." When he finished his words, I immediately felt a dread in my heart. It was pretty obvious he was tall intimidating in black, holding a sickle. I was speaking to death himself. I was shaking. Of course I was. When your face-to-face with the thing that every single person fears from when they are a child in the dark or an adult in their workstation, the only thing that is constant. The only thing that shows you how gone gone really is, death. I feel a chill run across my back is his hand extend and grabbed  my shoulder, it feels like he's shrinking or maybe I'm growing, whichever one it is, seems to turn into something a lot more comprehensible, he appears to be in his early 20s, wearing a black leather jacket with red stitching patterns across the sleeves, sporting a pretty common yet still unique, dark, sleek, black hair. One of his eyes is green while the other is white. The next words he said weren't like the ones he said before, he sounded like he was my age, though a little bit more and developed? sure, but still like my age. " Diane, you can call me, Gabe, it's a relatively simple name, but I think it suits me. I'm gonna put it short and sweet for you, I'm death. There are many others like me, and all of us need success, and we get to choose who we want to be them. Lucky for you. I choose you. Take my hand and let me show you let me show you the truth behind what you people consider a constant let me show you the death isn't something to fear but something to rely on.