Hello, this is Death Speaking

Chapter 2: The Student

Date: 6/3/14 10:37

Shit, this is bad. This is really really bad, I thought to myself as I stared at my younger sister, Mia.

Seven years had changed her, but not enough for me to not recognize her. Her long brown hair had been cut short, hanging straight, as if in defeat. Her creamy brown eyes now had an edge to them, as if she was still lost in the mourning of her missing sister, proclaimed dead.

Now, there was a spark of hope in them, as if the older sister she had known and loved was finally reunited with her family. I could sense her excitement, the joy of finally seeing her sister after so long, but also the confusion, on why her sister had not returned to them if she was alive. I took a deep breath, composing myself and carefully considering my words.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have the wrong person. My name is Carole Garza. I-"

Mia interrupted me in mid-sentence, putting her hand up, "Oh, stop it Danielle! I know how much you like to joke around, but this isn't funny! Where have you been all these years? Why haven't you contacted us if you were alive? Oh wait, I get! Mr. Morty found you and brought you here as a surprise! Oh, that man truly performs miracles!"

I wanted to cry, but I held in my emotions and looked blankly at her.

"I apologize, there seems to have been a mistake. Mr. Morty is my boss, I work for him. I believe the girl you are looking for, Danielle Parkinson, is being currently searched for by other employees. I have been told many times that the two of us look very similar, however, I am not Danielle."

To my dismay, Mia merely laughed at me, shaking her head in denial. She called over my parents, who were taking a gander at a fantastic statue of a headless horseman near the building. They came over and began talking all at once, asking me more questions than I could keep up with. They hugged me and kissed my forehead, praising the Lord that I had been found. I tried to tell them that I was not their daughter, but they completely ignored me, with their once lost eyes now hopefully and full of joy. Tears slide down their faces, and I looked about for an escape.

"Well good morning Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, how are you doing today?" Death said gaily, subtly coming in between me and my family.

"Oh, we are doing fabulous today, Mr. Morty! You have brought us our daughter, our precious baby girl!"

Death smiled sadly, "I'm afraid this is not your daughter, she's been an employee of mine for at least ten years, way before your daughter was even kidnapped. Carole looks very similar to Danielle, however, I doubt after seven years she would look just the way she did seven years ago. Besides, Carole here is twenty one years old."

The happiness quickly withdrew from their faces, and they looked over me with mournful eyes. I had not aged a day since that day seven years ago, but I had gotten color contacts and dyed my hair so it would be harder to recognize me.

Now as they looked closer, I could see that they were looking for the scar right above my right eye I had gotten when I had fallen off the couch as a child. I had hit the side of the window sill and broke open the skin. I had to have four stitches, and the little patch of skin was noticeably lighter than the rest of my skin. However, that had long healed and it was no longer there. My parents lowered their heads in grief, now saddened by the truth.

I sighed in relief, glad that I had escaped such a close call. Death, however, was not pleased. As my parents and sister gathered their wits, he gave me a deadly glare, revealing how furious he was that I had been seen.

He must think I did it on purpose, I thought to myself.

I shrugged, trying to convey to him that it was an accident and I had had no idea they were here. He rolled his eyes, and gestured towards the direction of my apartment. I blinked in understandment, and began swiftly making my way to a dark alley to create a Dark Matter portal.