Shadows

Death

Embry
The dark hallway suddenly lights up, so bright that it hurts my eyes. The room is now white.
I put a hand over my head. I'm terrified.
Where the hell am I?
"Hello, Embry Farren. I am the angle of death." A graceful voice says. The voice surprises me. I had no clue someone was here with me.
Dumbfounded, I gaze up at her. I'm taken back. She looks normal.
She looks human, alright. Yet there's something in me saying this is a joke. I'm not dead, am I?
She's wearing a black dress that cuts off right above her knees. Black heels too. She has brown hair that rest in a bun. The only thing unusual to her are her eyes. They are completely white.
"Huh?" I ask.
"Get up," she orders, and I stand up with out another word. It's as if she had control over me. My body moves numbly with her words.
She's merely ten feet away from me.
She stretches her polished hand around her, motioning to the room.
"As you can see, you are dead. No, this isn't a prank. Yes, God is real. No, he's not great. He's actually just as bad as anyone, and has a huge ego. You do not want to meet him." She says, sounding bored.
I swallow nervously, and nod my head.
"Okay," I squeak.
"Sadly, I have to take care of you. Because the big fucker up in the clouds. It would be better to have someone else," she raises her head to the ceiling, groaning and then flips it off. "Someone, I dunno, fit for this job?" She mumbles, looking me up and down.
"Huh?" I say again.
Her hands go on her hips and she starts gliding to me.
The click of her heels make me flinch.
When she's only a foot away, she stops.
I stare at her eyes. It appears like there are clouds in them, swimming around.
"Embry Farren. As I said, you are dead. Because you took your own life, you are now in hell. And because of your talents-may I say- you are now mine. You now work for me." Her hand snakes around one of my strands of hair.
"What?" Is the only thing I can say. Her lips go into a straight line. She groans.
"You now collect souls. Like I do." She says focerfully.
"I do what?" I back up into the wall until my head slams against it. I never believed in god, or death, or Jesus, or anything. I swallow hard. She closes her eyes and inhales before opening them.
"I'm in hell?"
"Yes, my child. You are in hell. You would've gone to heaven, but you decided to take your own life. Which, by the way, isn't for your taking. It's really selfish. You should be ashamed." She taps my nose and raises her eyebrows. I flinch at her touch.
"Now you have to pay for you selfishness." She turns swiftly around on her feet.
"I-I," I muster out but stop short.
"Follow me! You're wasting my time."
I nod my head yes, even though she can't see me and start walking fast enough to follow her. She stands gracefully and flows down the hall way.
"Now, you aren't going to start your collection of souls yet. There are training programs you'll have to go through. They'll take awhile, considering how long it took you to understand me. I am going to show you to some of my reapers, and they'll take care of you. If you have any questions, don't bother me. Ask them. I'm busy and I don't need you on my back all the time." She suddenly stops at a plain white door. I almost fall into her.
"They're all in here, waiting for you." She turns around and pats my back. Her fingers give me goosebumps.
I am dead? Death is real?? Death is a woman? I breathe in heavily.
"Good luck darling, you'll need it." Then she leaves, just like that.
So I'm left with a door. It's a regular door, not anything special. It could easily be in a nice family house. It has a old door nob, fit with a skeleton key hole.
I swallow my dry throat. I'm so scared and nervous. Confused too.
I put my ear on the door, trying to hear. I can't hear anything at all. Just silence.
I then try to peek through the skeleton hole. It's pitch dark. Which is weird.
I need to open the door, just to get it over with. My hand stretches to the handle, then I stop.
I can't.
Yet I have to. I have to get it over with.
Taking a deep breath, I grab the cold handle. My hands are sweating and hot.
I twist and push. The door creeks open.
The room is as dark as black ink. I stand there for a second. Confused.
She did say that people were going to be in here, right? I watch the darkness, looking for any signs of people.
I see none.
I slowly step in. A floorboard creeks.
"SURPRISE!" A mixture of voices scream, making me so alarmed I fall on my butt. I scream in response. My heart is pounding hard against my chest, begging to jump out.
Lights then come on. I glance at the faces around me. They all appear to be like humans.
I'm breathing hard and shaking.
"What?" I whisper, afraid.
A face comes close to me, a woman. With bright red lipstick, black eyes and black hair. She grins and pats my shoulder.
"Death said you'd say that a lot!" She laughs. I cringe away.
"She did?" I ask. It's odd because not two seconds ago I was with her, there's no way she could've told this woman, unless they have phones. Which I don't see on anyone.
"Oh, she's so pale! I remember when I was just like her, 150 years ago!" Someone from behind the woman says.
"A hundred and fifty?" I'm dumbfounded.
"Yes, can't you hear?" The person mumbles.
"One hundred and fifty..." I slowly say.
This is when I start to feel dizzy. The faces of the people start to mix together like paint. My eyes roll back into my head.
And I pass out.
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A/n
I'm sorry, it's short and terrible. But it's been a while since I've wrote on this story, and I feel bad.
So I'm starting again!! And I'll try with my others too. Thanks to whoever (if anyone) that will read this.
Have a great day :) wish you the very best.
Hayley~