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I just about want to kill Aniel. But you know what, that was on me by saying any way. I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.

This shit don't feel right. I don't like it and I feel completely and utterly embarrassed. Now when I tell you what it is, just know it's something that I don't entirely love doing. I barely did it around Tavis and he knows I hate doing that. That's why he gave up some info.

"Your dad was musical, so what's the problem here?"

I rolled my eyes at him and stared at Death. If it wasn't for him, Aniel would have never thought about this. You would think since he's Death and all he wouldn't want me to, but no, he's encouraging this.

"Why this?"

"What's the problem," Aniel asked looking like I was just be childish.

"I'll tell you the problem," Death jumped in. "She has the voice of an angel. Not she borrowed the voice of one, she has one and singing only makes her years of doing everything in spite go down the toilet, even though she can't sing anything nice. Right?"

I rolled my eyes and let out a long tired sigh. "Fine. But if this ends bad, just know you two are responsible for it."

I set my shoulders back and took a deep breath and began.

Close your eyes, take my hand
Follow me my little friend
I'll show you the way home
It's not bad as you see, this a way, follow me
This is where your soul goes
You seem a bit surprised it's okay just close your eyes
One deep breath it's your time
Ha nana lalala hush sweet child da blahblah
One deep breath it's your time

It was Death's song. I made it for him when I sort of killed him. He was angry at me, but he didn't know how to move on. There was nobody there to help him. The Death before him vanished and left no note. So I helped since it was the least I could do. That song was the only way I could get his soul to follow me.

When the song was finished Death left out the room and Aniel eyes looked a bit glazed over. When I sing let's just think of it as a spell. Your mind expands and it sort of drives you crazy. Kind of like when you hear about sirens. I may sound like an angel but one slip of a word could kill... I and a few other nonexistent beings and souls would know. This is why I didn't want to do it, because it's always people close to me that get hurts and I don't want that.

I squatted in front of Aniel and pinched his Achilles. He jerked and looked down at me confused.

"Are you still here with us," I asked tapping on the side of my head.

He nodded and looked around like he was searching for someone. "Where did I go?"

I frowned at him and stood up. "You were here the whole time... What did you see?"

"I saw-" he grimaced in pain and then gritted his teeth.

This isn't my doing. I swear I want the answers in the polite way. He screamed and arched his back. Death came back looking confused by everything that was happening. So he wasn't doing it either. But he looked at me like I was supposed to make it stop.

"Do something."

"I can't. I cause pain, not take it away."

Death tried coming near, but was thrown back. I looked up at Aniel and his head snapped forward, hanging low. I moved back a bit and tried to get a better view of him. That worked for only a few steps. It's like we were trapped in a bubble.

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