The Death Of Everyone Else

Introduction

"Dead! What do you mean dead? She can't be dead, she was here a second ago! Go get her she is in her room I promise!"

"But sir-"

"NO! You go get her, no I'll show you! Rosemary, sweetheart, daddy needs to talk to you!"

"Shes not here sir, she is dead, I'm sorry for your loss."

"That's not true! Take it back immediately!"

"They've taken her away, I'm sorry sir but we did all we could."

"You did all you could?! You did all you could?! Well apparently you didn't because she's gone now, isn't she? Because of you and your stupid doctors my only daughter, no, not only that, my only family is dead. All you had to do was give her more pills, keep her alive, but you failed! That was all you had to do."

Sad isn't it? Not the death I mean, but how he reacted. First pushing it off like the doctor was lying to him, than getting mad like it was the doctors fault that it was the girls time to go. Everyone handles it differently, some take time to grieve, some just go on living like nothing ever happened, and some decide that they can't live anymore after that. Some of the time they do, and some they don't. But that's the way it goes, isn't it.

Either way life still goes on, days still pass by, and anyone who doesn't know you just keeps moving along with their own little lives as if nothing ever happened.

But you get used to it after a while. Death and the sadness that goes with it that is. The one you just witnessed was a better one, I know, I've seen a lot. I've seen more deaths than you or anyone else in the world has. "How?" You might ask. It's because I am what they talk about in these sad moments. I am death, your very own.

This little girl Rosemary they were talking about well she just left to the afterlife, where ever she may go. But just like every other death I have to watch how the family reacts, and make sure everything is okay before I leave. I don't want to, and I don't like to, but it's apart of my job. Every time I take a soul, I have to watch to make sure the family is okay, it's just the way it goes.

But hey, I'm not all bad. I like normal things like cards and movies and books. I'm just like everyone else it's just because I'm death so no one appreciates it. But it's okay, I get to talk to a lot of people. Every soul I take I get to talk to, and sometimes I can talk to other deaths that are in the area. And because of it I get to learn about a lot of interesting things and stories.

Now don't go thinking that I'm all alone, because I'm not. There are other deaths spread across the world how do you think we get all of the souls. But I don't have many friends yet 'cause I'm a newbie, I'm only about a hundred years old, a baby compared to the others.

So you have probably gotten that I haven't always been death, I haven't always had this pleasure of bringing people to the after life. Nope, I was a human just like you. I had a name, a family, a job, even a dog named Morana.

My name on the other hand I don't remember. You see, when you die you still remember everything about your life, but if you get chosen for a job, whatever that may be, they take away some of those memories. Why? I have no idea but they do.

Remember I have meet thousands of people. Brought them to what lie ahead but only taking them so far. I've had many questions followed many people thought out there lives and learned many things. But one girl, changed it all for me. One girl made me think harder than I should as death and made me question the people I trusted most.

This is not only my story. This is not her story. It is in fact our story, and I'm going to tell it to you. One story, one chapter, one word at a time. And that starts at the beginning. Not her birth but her death.