I Belong to the Grim Reaper

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Probably my favorite part of the whole story rollercoaster—the dangerously high climb to escape your fear. I really love these next few chapters even though they are somewhat tragic, gruesome and cruel.

Anyways.. My question this time: What do you expect to happen?

"And I'm having a guest over. His name is Dr. John Pliwater."

"Okay," I said.
"Well." He paused, and I looked at him seriously. "He's actually he's here to see you," he said.

"So you buttered me up, just to what? Get me examined by your own trusted physician?" I scoffed. "I can't believe you."

"He's not going to hurt you," Jake said. "Just give him a chance for me." On cue, the doorbell rang and Jake gave me a kiss to my cheek, rushing out of his study to get the door. He brought the doctor in and I already had a bad feeling.

These doctors and their damn diagnoses. It never made me feel any better. I still had nightmares no matter what I tried. And I was tired of all the different doctors. It only gave me false hope. The introductions were quick and swift.

"I don't need your help doc," I skipped to the chase. "Thank you anyway." He gave Jake a quizzical look and I dashed out of the room to have myself a snack.

"I'm so sorry," Jake shook his hand and pardoned themselves out of the study. He led the doctor out into the hallway, their whispered words were a hit jumble of words I didn't care to manage or hear. They came out into the open, more visible and louder as Jake apologized to him again. He led himself out—not that it was difficult since the door was right there— without a word to me or another word to Jake.

"Hey," Jake soon rushed after me. "You said you'd give him a chance."

"I did not," I recalled.
"Please," Jake begged.
"No," I opened a tray of plain butter cookies. "I've seen five doctors and a witch. What can he do any differently that'll help me?" I bit into the cookie.

Jake grabbed the cookies from my hand, his other hand caressing my face. "Prescribe you something," he said softly, as if that was going to excuse what he just said, or as if I was going to give in.

I slapped his hand away. "I'm not crazy," I was adamant. "I don't need pills." Not like I can take anything other than prenatals anyway. And that's when I thought about it, I still haven't told him.

"Okay," Jake relented. "At least let me fix you a meal," he slid the cookies aside. "Go relax while I fix you something."

"Okay," I smiled, trying to hide what I was really thinking about. I settled in the bed against Jake's pillow, his slight Dior lingered in the cotton. The aroma of the food drifted upstairs; my mouthed watered in anticipation, my hand clutching my stomach. I hoped it was almost ready. "Hey, babe. How much longer?" I shouted.

"Just Relax," he shouted back. And I knew then, he was nowhere near done.

I reached for my laptop and completed my unfinished assignments. Still, no food in sight. I sighed and shut my eyes, ignorantly unaware.

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"Chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga, woo, woo," the train roared and steamrolled down the tracks as the immense scenery of the dazzling forest passed me by. I was so entranced by it that for a moment I unguarded myself. I took a look around on the train. An unfamiliar scene and unfamiliar faces, I shrugged.

One old lady in the back, her gray hair curled as she wore a brown striped ensemble with a neat brown hat that had a white rose pinned in it.

Another younger woman sitting quietly reading a magazine. Across from her sat a teenage girl with her earphones in and her eyelids closed as she silently rocked her head.

No one in my area.

Four seats ahead of me were two old men, still and unmoving.

And ahead of them, in the very front, a single somebody who I couldn't quite make out. The train chugged, and I looked outside my window. We were coming upon a tunnel and I felt the immediate sense of danger and dread sink into me.

Just as we reached the dark tunnel, with the light ceasing to exist, my hair on my skin stood straight up.

"Whistleee."

I slowly turned my head to have a look behind me. Nothing there. I blew a breath.

"Whistleee." He sounded closer , his signature rip louder this time.

Dammit, how long were we gonna be in this tunnel? I closed my eyes, trying to pace my breath as best as I could but I failed miserably.

I peaked an eye open, confused as to why I wasn't hearing more whistles. Confused as to why they had stopped.

The cold wind on my skin in the dead silence of the train made my heart pace faster. The silence only increased my fear. My heart was about to jump out my body and my spine shivered, the wait and the not-knowing killing me. But I immediately got my answer, as I felt a cold numb dull hand against my arm, "Run," he said.