Seal It With A Stitch

Death and Froot Loops

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The next three days were quiet absolutely mind numbingly silent. It makes me wonder if any of what had happened was actually real.

What if I had gotten drunk, gotten a tattoo causing my overactive imagination to blip into overdrive?

Frowning I stare at the cereal box in the cabinet my hand hovering, my stomach wasn't at all to happy about as it growls hungrily.

"Okay, okay I'll think after . . ." I glance over at the clock on the microwave. " . . . brunch." Pulling the box out I grab the milk carton from the fridge on my way to the island where a bowl and spoon sat waiting.

I'm not crazy, am I?

Stumped I dump fruit loops in the bowl quickly followed by milk and sat down to feed my starving tummy while I gaze out the sliding glass door to find a squirrel sitting up on his hind legs staring intently back.

Odd . . .

Contemplating my sanity I glance over and nearly poo my pants and I fall off the stool with a squeak, my spoon sliding across the kitchen floor.

Patting my chest I glare up at Death leaning just inches from my stool obviously smirking which of course I can't actually see . . .

"Now I have to get a new spoon." I hiss snatching the now germ infested one from the floor.

And a new heart.

 Tossing it into the sink I grab a another and turn to find him facing me against the counter on his crossed arms, staring.

Creepy much?

"If this is going to work you need some ground rules. Number one: No more popping in."

Sitting back down I dig back into my cereal eagerly as he turns his head, if he even has one, following me.

Still creepy.

Ooo maybe he is like the headless horse man, he lost his head. I mentally snigger silence spreading between us, only my crunching could be heard and it seems to be abnormally loud.

"And?" He questions his deep sultry voice clearly amused. Whoa. Did I just think that?! Maybe I am insane.

Realizing my mouth had slightly come ajar I snapped it shut my ears burning and for once I'm glad I didn't cut my hair like I'd planned since only my ears turn red when embarrassed.

Swallowing my suddenly sharp fruit loops, I shrug looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"That's as far as I got." Turning away from me he lounges casually staring across the room and snorts. I stop mid-chew, blink and spin to face him snickering.

My body shakes with suppressed laughter causing my insides to hurt but alas it rips out of me like a bat outta hell.

"What?" He hisses his voice now gravely as I continue to laugh hysterically and a few loops fall from my mouth.

"S-since when does D-death snort?!" I managed in-between laughs unable to stop even as I felt him glare around dangerously at me.

What is he gonna do? Kill me?

"Emalie . . ." He sang "You shouldn't laugh at Death either."

At that moment I inhale a fruit loop and gag which of course ceases my infernal laughing.

Leaning over I bang on my chest trying to dislodge the damn thing as my lungs began to burn, then, Death walloped me on the back and out pops the offending loop.

Dragging in air I whip around pointing my spoon accusingly. "You did that!"

I gasped my throat now scratchy and my eyes tearing. Crossing his arms he stood over me and for the first time I realized how much taller he is than me, way taller. Six foot three at least.

"I didn't." He stated matter of factly and I cross my arms in response.

"Did so." Yeah I act childish so sue me or get in line with my mom who swears I have a mental defect. What mom calls their child mentally challenged?

Mine that's who and I think- "Emalie?" I am pulled from my reverie as Death waves his hand in front of my face.

"Huh, what?"

Blinking I stare up at him oblivious to the fact that Death himself is standing in my kitchen staring at me.

"Number two: quit staring at me with that fathomless, swirling, dark hole you call a face, it's freaking me out."

Re-crossing his arms I feel that if I could have seen his face his eyebrows would've vanished into his hairline.

"Besides what are you hiding under there?" Reaching up I grab hold of the side of his hood but his icy hand wraps around my wrist halting my de-hooding.

"Do not touch my hood." He hisses trying to tug my hand away but to no avail, I'm latched onto it like a cat on a bird.

"Why? Are you fugly or something? Oo, I know you're really a girl!"

I know, I know I shouldn't purposely piss Death off but I just can't help it. Still holding my wrist he pinches the top of my hand, twisting the skin till I let go.

"Ow, okay! Sorry, zeesh! No need to get violent."

I release my hold on his hood and he drops my arm, I rub the growing red mark knowing it will soon be a bruise.

"Number one: it is none of your business." Death mocks.

"Number two: when you see my face you die."

He glares down at me and I being snooty stick my tongue out at him. Throwing up his arms he turns around and huffs, putting his hands behind his head Death interlaces his fingers.

"Why did I stick myself with this creature?" He muttered to himself.

I frown and look at my hands now in my lap. Way to go Ems, irritate the guy trying to save your life.

Spinning my stool around I decide to resume eating and gasp, there floating in the milk is a note.

You're next on my list, your death I can't miss.

Death comes close inspecting the slip of paper and chuckles leaning in close to my ear.

"Funny, but the last time I checked you weren't on my list."

I stare at him mouth agape. Funny? He thinks this is funny?! Yeah I'll admit I deserved that.

Sighing I drop my forehead to the marble and moan.

This is gonna be one hell of a week.

This wonderful original creation is mine and mine alone.

It has come from my thread of imagination.

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