Destined To Die

Chapter One- My meeting with Death

I woke up on the dirt floor of an abandoned graveyard. Cobwebs surrounded the bleak gray trees. Everything looked as if it was dead. I stood up and cautiously started walking around. The dirt turned out to be not only dirt, but black crust. As if you burnt a piece of bread and laid it out over the floor.

"What the hell.." I whispered as I looked around. I wondered, how did I get here?

I touched my pale hand against the cold stone wall to the right of me, and noticed a gate. I dragged my hand across the rough cobble and I quickly walked toward the gate. The more noises I heard, the quicker my pace.

Reaching the gate, I stepped back and looked at the large metal masterpiece. Blackened bars twisted into each other that created a pattern that was terrifying, but shockingly beautiful.

Suddenly, as if it sensed my presence the gate snapped shut. I slowly turned around to face the dead oak tree about 15 feet away from me.

That's when I saw him. A dark, cloaked figure that seemed to be surrounded by a misty smoke. He reached up and let go of his hood, revealing sharp, defined features, jet black hair and icy blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. I couldn't deny, he was attractive, but my fear overrided the feeling I seemed to have toward him.

"Times running out, Muffin" he said in a husky, deep voice.

"What?" I replied, seemingly out of breath even though I wasn't tired.

"You heard me, babe" he mocked.

"Wha-what is this? Who are you?" I asked warily, taking a few steps back, hitting my body against the gate, falling abruptly to the floor.

"I'm called a lot of names muffin, but you, you can call me Death."

"Death? What the hell kind of name is death" I breathily replied. What is going on?

"Trust me Muffin, now is not the time to make fun of my name. You only have 7 months left, use your time carefully" he stepped closer, and from where I was positioned on the ground he seemed like a giant.

"I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming. There is no way this is happening. I don't even remember coming here."

He chuckled a deep, dark laugh. A laugh that could only be described as hauntingly beautiful.

I'm sorry babe, but it's not a dream. You will find out soon enough. See you soon."

Suddenly, he disappeared out of thin air, and I was left all alone. My lungs started to fill up with ice, m head started spinning. Loosing my breath, everything went black, and I woke up with a start.

I took in the surroundings of my purple, black, and green room, taking deep breaths as I muttered to myself, "It was just a dream, it was just a dream"

After I finally calmed myself down, I looked at my alarm clock. Damn it! It was only 6:45 in the morning, and a Saturday. I knew after that horrid reoccurring dream that there would be no chance of falling back to sleep. So I reluctantly picked myself out of my bed, and went to pick out an outfit for the day.

After carefully looking through my closet I decided on a pair of blue jeans, and a white, long sleeved shirt that said Angel, as well as my black leather jacket. I lived in Staten Island New York, and although it was only November, it was absolutely freezing  outside.

I laid my outfit on my bed, and went into my bathroom to take a nice, long, relaxing shower, trying to forget about my horrible nightmare. But no matter how hard I tried, that man, Death's, icy blue eyes were burned into my brain. What else would I expect though.

Ever since I turned 17, once a month I would have that same dream, and that same man would come and tell me how much time I had left, and every month it decreased. And I would like to say otherwise, but I was completely terrified. I kept thinking, is it just a dream, or is somebody trying to tell me something?

These thoughts took me throughout my entire shower, and before I knew it, I turned off the nice warm water, and I was stepping on the towel on my bathroom floor, with cold air nipping at my skin.

I dried myself off, wrapping my body with a towel, and walked into my bedroom, changing into my clothes. As I looked at the time, I saw it was only 7:12, and left my bedroom and the bed that was calling out for me.

I walked downstairs, and saw my mother, Lisa, cooking at the stove. The smell of bacon was in the air.

"Good Morning" I said, much to cheerily for my mood.

My mom raised an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing up so early Trinity, it's a Saturday?"

"Bad Dream" I muttered.

"Oh" was all she replied with.

"Well now that you are up, you can help me with a few errands." I groaned internally, the last thing I wanted was to leave the comfort of my home into the 5 degree weather, but I couldn't complain, because then my mom wouldn't give me any bacon.

I pushed my natural silver hair behind my ears, and asked,"What do you need"

"Well...." My mom said, and I groaned internally once again because I automatically knew that it would not be simple.

"Can you go to the CVS around the block and get your father some Ibuprofen, he had a major headache last night and has to work on a presentation for work all day today. Then can you go to the florist shop, it opens at 8, and pick up some flowers. We need to go to the cemetery today it's your Great Aunt Hilda's 5 year death anniversary today. Make sure you also get a card that says something nice to go along with the flowers. Finally, their is a Starbucks right next to the flower shop, and our coffee machine is broken, so can you get...." She took a piece of paper and started writing rapidly. "Everything on here."

"Yes Mom" I said with an attitude and rolled my eyes. My mom then gave me a look that said,"If you don't apologize right now you are not getting any bacon" so I quickly grabbed 4 pieces of bacon from the frying pan, the paper with what to get from Starbucks, and ran out the door.

I was in such a hurry that I realized I forgot money, so I ran back inside and my mom handed me 40 dollars without me having to say a word.

As I was leaving again my mom said,"Bring home change" and I shouted back,"Yes ma'am"

After I got the ibuprofen and roses with a card that said" R.I.P we love you and miss you" for an aunt that I never even met, I was finally in Starbucks, my last destination before I could curl up on the couch all day and watch reruns of "F.R.I.E.N.D.S".

For 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday Starbucks was crowded. I was on line for at least 15 minutes when I was finally next.

Suddenly, a familiar voice said,"Can I help you"

I looked up and my heart leapt up into my thought. It was the man from my dream last night!

"Um no thank you I'm not thirsty anymore" I said way to fast and low for anyone to understand, and started to run out of the store when I ran into a man.

As I was about to apologize, I realized that the man was frozen. As I looked throughout the store I noticed that everyone was frozen in place too, and when I looked out of the many windows I observed the cars and people outside were frozen as well. Shit!

I quickly turned around and saw the man, Death, as he told me to call him, right behind me.

"Don't worry" he said with a smirk. "I just froze time so nobody could hear or see us."

"Yeah" I said with sarcasm. "I shouldn't be worried. A crazy man from a cemetery from my dreams last night, who only claims to be death himself, just froze the entire world so nobody would see what he was going to do to me. Yeah I shouldn't worry at all."

Just as I was about to bolt from the Starbucks he said 4 words that made me freeze right in my place, as well as send chills down my spine.

"We need to talk."

A/N: Hi guys! Thank you so much for reading. This book is going to be written by both Priscilla and Alex. We are best friends who want to make a book together, and started the same account. However, we do have individual accounts
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