We are still walking into the neverending oblivion that is this white universe and a long silence lingers over Death and me. I'd say it's awkward, but then, what would someone expect to say when the bringer of all ends is walking right next to you?
"So," I say cutting into the silence, "Have you ever taken that hood of your's off?"
The atmosphere around us gets cold and I know immeditately that I had said the wrong thing. Cracks start coming from inside his cloak and chills start to run down my spine to my arms and legs.
I stumble a little bit because my legs started to grow weak, "Um, I guess that's a no...sorry."
"You best be sorry," he snarles, "You ignorant little runt. No respect for the person who brought you here in the first place..."'
"You are just so charming, you know that?"
"You don't know the half of it..." he grunts sarcastically.
"Hmph. Anyway, where are we going?"
"And yet another question comes out of your mouth. We will be seeing how everyone is now that you are dead."
"Awesome...." I grumble, "....who're we seeing first?"
"Heh, wouldn't you like to know," Death answers shallowly, "We will be seeing Jake first."
For some reason my legs and head starts to hurt when he mentions his name. "Ah!" I say reacting to the pain.
Death gives a laugh and says, "I bet you would be feeling the pain, right about now. But look sharp. Even though he cannot see us, it is always best to look dignified infront of the people who were special in your life."
"I don't wanna see that bastard..." I say angrily.
"Hm, I do not blame you. After what he has done to you, even I would not want to see him. But too bad."
"I wanna throttle him...." I clench my fists, "Never mind! Take me to him! I'm gonna kill him!"
And with that, a blinding light envelopes the two of us. When the light fades away, the two of us are standing in a musty and ominous graveyard. Gray tombstones with crosses, Jewish stars, and nothing but the names of the dead litter the wasteland. Moss covers everything, even, of what I'm thinking, the black spiked fences and gates that border the place.
Death sighs, "Ah. So marvelous. Not really. I have no idea why you humans would make such a place like this. The dead deserve better from their last sanctuary..."
"You're telling me." I say feeling chilly, "Where is he anyway? I don't see him at all. Why are we even here?"
Death points his bone index finger infront of us and says, "Just read this grave stone."
HERE LIES JAKE CHADWICK 1993-2012
"Jake Chadwick...." I think aloud.
What the hell happened?
"Yes, this is the same Jake. Just dead. He is yet to wake up from his slumber."
"Slumber...?" and then I remember that I was asleep when I got to the Wake Room.
"Hm, yes. You probably want an explaination for why he is dead."
I crouch down and touch the grave stone, "Yeah, actually. I kinda do."
Death puts his cold bone hand on my tense sholder as he explains why he's dead. "You see, after you died, there was nothing more for him in this world. You were all he really had, even though he hated you with a burning passion."
His words cut deep. I never really realized how much I was worth to him. Even though ol' Jakey hated me and all. I guess he hated me so much that he loved me, if that even makes sense.
He continues: "You see, the night you died, was the same night, in which he died. Do you understand me?"
"I think so..." I mutter. "But that means..."
"Yes," he answers for me. "He commited suicide. I always did know that I would have to pick up his lifeless soul because he just couldn't take life anymore."
I feel a tinge of guilt well in me. "....that's why he was with Chelsea."
"I do not know about that," Death mutters coldly. "Being who I am, I really would not know what kind of feelings provoke one's will to live."
I think about what my spiritual guide had told me before. "Is there anything else that I should know about what happened to Jake?"
"Yes."
A minute or two goes by.
"Well?" I ask losing patience.
"Nobody has missed him yet. Not even his ingrate parents."
His parents were always ingrates so I didn't question why they wouldn't. "How come nobody's gonna miss him?"
He takes his hand off me and looks down at me and answers with a question, "Well, do you?"
I take a moment to think about this. "No. No I don't and no I will not."
"Exactly my point," Death says smugly.
I hate admitting when people are right about their points, even if it's a spiritual being like Death himself, they all just get cocky.
"Whatever!" I exclaim. "Let's just go or something! I don't exactly like talking infront of an old friend's grave! Even if I hate him for everything...."
"Heh, so be it. But we aren't going just yet, I want to show you just one last thing while we're here. It's either see it now or later, so let's go see it now."
"Ugh, fine," I grumble.
We walk across the grim looking graveyard, passing by every moss covered and polished gray tombstones with each step. We come across a grave that's adorned with both fresh and wilted flowers. Some are arranged as bouquets, some just single cut roses, some with signs with "rest in peace" and "we'll miss you" written on them.
"Whoever this is," I say observing the grave, "He or she will be missed a lot, huh?"
Death moves some of the bouquets blocking what's written on the headstone.
HERE LIES LEON LEVINGS 1992-2012
My mouth drops. "That's me. I didn't really think that we'd be visiting me too."
"Well," Death says cooly, "You were just extra. I thought that you would like to see all of these beautiful flowers that everyone has been so nice to give you. I always knew that it was respectful to lay down flowers on someone's grave, but I just think that it's such a waste to lay down such beautiful things in and on such a dreadful place such as this."
I just stand there in silence, not to mourn for myself or anything, but just out of shock that I'm standing infront of my own tombstone and body that's six feet under.
"Is there anything that you'd like to say before we go?" he asks as he hunches over to my level.
"Yeah," I say looking at the flowers and picking up one of the roses and one of the lavender flowers. "The flowers smell sweet."
