Destined To Die

Chapter Two- "Nice hair, Muffin"

I couldn't believe it.

Here I was, standing in the middle of a Starbucks, facing a man that claims to be from my dreams-or should I say nightmares- Death. For God's sake he stopped time in order to talk to me. Who does-

"Muffin you really shouldn't be saying his name in front of me." He said menacingly.

"Wait, wha-, I didn't say anything."

"But you thought it." He continued. Staring me down like a competitor for a grand prize. A leader looking down upon a servant. A wolf, gazing at his helpless prey. And me? Well, I stood there like a deer in the headlights, unable to move in the blinding light.

And that was when I realized I was staring at Death, with my mouth wide open.

He closed my mouth for me. "Done checking me out Muffin. I mean, I know I am good looking and all, but you don't need to tell me. " death said with a smirk on his face.

"I was not checking you out" I said with a tiny voice and bright pink cheeks.  "And stop calling me that!"

"Oh, you want me to stop calling you muffin, muffin" the smirk not once leaving his face.

"Shut up!" I said with an attitude. "For God-"

"I told you, don't say his name" death hissed.

"Who's?" I teased. Taking the smirk off of his face while putting it on mine. "Oh, you mean God's don't you?" I questioned teasingly.

Suddenly, he flung me up against the wall, holding onto my throat.  The cool glass of the window I was pressed against sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes to see Death's gorgeous face inches away from mine. I opened my mouth, trying to form words, trying to do anything to stop suffocating. I kicked my legs at Deaths rock hard chest, which of course did absolutely nothing.

"Please" I managed to let out. Hoping this terrifying man would let me live another day.

"I warned you Muffin. DO. NOT. SAY. HIS. NAME."

Death let go of my throat, and left me hunched over, gasping for air. He made his way over to one of the few empty booths in Starbucks, and patted the seat.

"Feisty, I like that" Death said with a smirk. "Come here. Sit. Like I said earlier, we need to talk"

I cautiously made my way over to the booth, and sat down, across from Death, who's large frame looked rather uncomfortable in the small booth. "Okay..." I dragged out. "What do you need to talk about?" I said quite happily, which caught me off guard for the circumstance we were in. I mean, he was just strangling me for Go- wait, mind-reading thing, right. My thoughts were cut off when I looked up at Death to see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Man am I going to miss your amusing thoughts when I..." He trailed off.

"When you what" I questioned.

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, uh, this is awkward..."

"What's awkward?" I asked, starting to get extremely nervous.

"Well, uh-, this is going to sound completely crazy, so I am just going to rip the bandage off. You have 7 months to live!" he said happily.

"Ok." I said

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You are ok with dying?"

"No, but you are kidding. There is no way this is actually true. So I am just going to get up, leave, and forget about this. Because you are lying, because there is no way I am going to die."

"Do I look like one to kid?"

And that is when reality hit me, and all hell broke loose.

"Oh my go- ugh!" I shrieked standing up from my seat. "I have a whole life to live! I want to graduate from high school, go to college, fall in love, get married, have kids, get a job, retire-"