My Life as a Sim

Chapter 9

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

Those four words taunt me over and over again.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

The walls seem to close in on me. A distant buzzing sound fills my ears. The sound of my breathing seems louder than ever, and my thoughts begin to slur.

I lean against the wall and close my eyes. Everything is going to be okay... everything will go back to normal. This isn't happening... This isn't happening. This is a dream. One day I'll wake up and it'll all be over. That's right. This isn't real.

I try to calm myself down.

And then suddenly, out of the middle of freaking nowhere a deep sound of someone clearing their throat fills my ears.

"Amanda Bane," the deep voice says, echoing across the room. My eyes snap open, both afraid and curious.

And then. My. Breath. Catches.

The Grim Reaper.

Holy Mother of fried cheese...

I'm dead. Right? I mean, why else would the freaking Grim Reaper be standing in front of me!?

"Am I dead?" I squeak.

Deep laughter fills my throbbing ears. "No, not yet! Hahahahaha!!!" Right. Because sane people randomly burst into hysteric laughter. Well, he is the Grim Reaper. Nobody said he had to be sane.

Wait. Did he just say 'not yet'? Should I be worried?

His dark body seems to tower over me, his long black cloak making everything around us as black as night. My reflection shows in the point of his staff. I look terrified.

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" The Grim Reaper says taking out a large scroll and acting all casual. Like, you know, because it's totally normal that the Grim-freaking-Reaper just happens to appear in your pool.

I tilt my head, trying to see his eyes behind that dark cloak, but all there is is solid black. Creepy.

"Ahh, yes." He takes a pause to look up at me, and then back down onto the scroll. The words seem blurred, or is that just my vision?

"Right, says here that you have one more outstanding lifetime wish before you die... so take your pick quickly." His voice almost sounds irritated.

A wish?

Many possibilities flood through my mind. And yet one single wish stood out. Want to guess?

"I want to get out of this place. After I die I mean. I don't want to stay in a grave." I say, still trying to see if he actually has pupils.

"Alrighty then," The Grim Reaper shoves the scroll back into his cloak. "Then I shall grant you your wish..." he said evilly.

He turns around, swishing his cloak dramatically behind him. I watch him, speechless.

"Come dear, we don't have all day!" he growls impatiently.

So, like any completely freaked out citizen of Sunset Valley would do, I follow him through the wall. My eyes widen as I realise what I am doing. Holy cheese I just walked through a wall!!!

Only I would think of something so weird before my death. My death. Oh how nice, I get to die. And only I would be all happy about something like this.

Yet once I reach the other side, all the happiness instantly disappears. Poof! Gone.

A battle field stands before me, with hundreds of men shouting bloody murder at each other, holding guns.

"Grim Reaper... Sir, where are we...?" I gulp.