Gone

Chapter II

My skin feels like one hundred and one little needle are pricking me all at once. My eyes are glued shut by some unknown force as I try to open them and free myself of this nightmarish world and start a new life free of pain and suffering. I feel the weight of the world slowly rededing to nothing but a numb vulnerable feeling. A soft and sweet voice calls me to, actually begging me to come to him and open my eyes.

"Elisi, come too me please, " He said in a voice like a whisper making me question his presence " I need you to wake up, love..."

I did all I could to answer the call. I willed my closed eyes to open and see the most magnificint boy I have ever seen. His pitch black hair shrouded his face and made his pale skin glow with the shine of the moon. His eyes are black with a ring of red just around his pupils adding to the dramatic air to his face. He is tall and skinny and looks about 17 or 18, a year or two older than me. He stares at me like I am a star that just happened to fall into his waiting hands.

"Who are you?" I stutter unable to speak on full sentences.

"I am Death but you can call me Ty."

"Death? Like the Death in fairy tales ?"

"Something like that," he whispers calmly, "I took you here when I heard you die.... So, what do you desire?"

I knew better than to answer too quickly so I planned out my answer in a few short seconds: I would tell the truth. " I want to find my friend, Derek Sahe, he came to you last Wednesday I believe..." I say ending with a sob.

"Is that truly why you jumped of that cliff? Or was it more?" Death quietly questions me.

"No there is defiantly more too it"

"Like what?"

" It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. " I say with silent tears slipping down my face, "If your here only to criticize me and question me, could you please take me to Derek?"

I don't know if he was just being a gentleman, but he said nothing more and when it started to rain he offered me his coat and shelter within his home. Being as polite as I am, I accepted and he basically carries me to his house.

His "house" is less of a house and more of a mansion. Deep black and shrouded by a mist that only a trained eye could see through. His heavily columned front porch glistened like thousands of little stars with the dew that was beginning to form. The tall front door surrounded by intricate laces of vines and plants like such. Death opened the door while still carrying me and set me down gently in the center of his living room on the the black leather couch. 

   I still haven't decided whether or not to trust Death fully and open up the chance to turn his back to me or leave me to die(again) or not lead me to Derek, but at the moment I am too tired. I curl up into a safe, little ball and close my eyes for what seems like a second.

   When I wake up, I am in a king sized bed still curled in a little ball. It seems that Death put me here when I fell asleep on the couch. I chug the glass of water to my left on the nightstand and slide my legs off the side of the bed and tiptoe across the cold floor to the door. I slowly open it and sneak out of the room into the hall. Traveling at what seems like the pace of a snail, I make my way don the hall and find myself in the middle of the dining room. I hear a noise and back up right into the descending stairs that I just happen to fall down.

   He finds me lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs with my elbow pointing in the wrong direction. He comes over and asks me calmly if he can look at it. I agree and his fingers probe the break. He slowly moves it back into the position it should be and wraps his hands around it. I feel the bone being fixed and within minutes I have full control of my arm and only a slight bruise is beginning to form.

   "So, I'm guessing being dead doesn't help with the whole pain thing, right?" I say.

   "Not for post-mortals. But the thing about being dead is you can't die again unless I will you to." He  states, " And, being the spirit of Death itself, I get some extra powers and such."

   "Wait. I thought you were Death?"

   "No, just the spirit, I will go back to being a post-mortal in one hundred or so years."

   "Oh."

   "So what happened with you and the stairs"

   I pull my legs into my chest and tell him about the chill I felt and the noise I heard. He said it was probably just the wind and the old house creaking. He tells me it is still late and takes me back to my room. I crawl into bed and he tucks me in. He is about to leave when I ask him to stay with me until I'm asleep. He grabs a chair as he agrees and sits by the bed. 

   "As you wish, Ma'm," he whispers to me. He kisses my hand and I pass out once again.