In Her Mind

Death

Death came to be a frequent visiter. Always ending with walking up the stairs to the living room. Getting to the point of being above her head and all sound would stop. She tried to get her dog to sleep down there with her but simba refused.

Some time later, she decided to talk to death. She had gotten so used to his presence, it barely fazed her anymore. It was when she started to wake up with marks on her where she had enough of it.

"What do you want death?" She asked him.

"What do you think I want?" He replied in a deep growling voice.

"Why are you here?" She tried again.

"To bring the dead." He answered this time.

"Why here?"

"There is a portal of which I protect. I fairy the dead back and forth to and from it."

"What do you want from me? I demand to know!" She said forcefully.

He chuckled at her and said, "You will soon find out."

He disappeared, laughing like he had heard some kind of joke, in a cloud of swirling, black, smoke. She soon got very tired and drained and passed out.

She woke up the next morning with her lamp left on. Death had not turned it off, like he done before. She thought it was odd she found it was a normal activity. I mean really, come on.

She would go to school and live her life. She would wait by the bus stop. There was an older man that would be with her. He told her all about the world War and when Hitler was alive. He had seen countless battles. He told her how when one battle was won or even lost how it would start up again. He had passed saving his comrades life. Still in his army clothes and boots covered in mud, soot, and blood.

"Them bastereds, shot me in the back. Didn't give me a chance to even defend myself. Of course, how are you supposed to really defend yourself when you have your buddy on your shoulders dragging him to a hole in the ground for safety? I tell you what, I still don't know if he made it. I hope he did. He had a family you see, baby girl and a sweetie pie back home. It felt like someone smacked me really hard first. Then, it started to burn. Finally, I started to loose my strength. I could hear shots being fired around me but, they started to echo and fade. When I came to no one could hear me. No one would look at me. Thank you."

As she grew older, he went into the portal with death never to be seen again. Before he left with death however, he said some thing to her.

"Well, looks like you don't need me anymore. Thank you for giving me your gift. I'm so glad to meet you Eleanor." After saying these words, he walked up the driveway to her house to which death was waiting at the door, he walked inside as death lingered a bit as if to stare at her. Then, he walked in after the army man.

That night death did not come wile I was awake. There was not one foot step upstairs. All was scary quite, kinda like the calm before the storm. Whatever storm that may have been she didn't know. In the mean time, she thoroughly enjoyed the quite.

About a week or more later, a younger man came to visit. He seemed familiar somehow like they had met before. He had his hair parted to the side. Not very long but respectably cared for. It was brown and seemed to have a grease in it to keep it in place. His eyes were a gold brown perfectly placed on his face with a larger nose. His lips somewhat longer then what they should be with a strong chin. He was tall and very well built. He looked like he worked out in his time alive. He had a blue collar t-shirt on and kaki long pants paired with brown sensible shoes.

She could always tell if they were really real because they had a glow about them or darkness. He smiled at her like she was an old friend.

"Yes, can I help you with something?" She asked.

"Do you recognize me?" He said to her.

She thought for a minute, "the army man." It dawned on her. No wonder he seemed so familiar. This was the same army man she watched disappear with death not to long ago. The only difference was he was not aged by war or covered in mud and blood. He was clean and happy.

"My name is Richard. My friends call me Dickie though. I came to visit and see how you are." He said with a smile.

"Well, hello Dickie. My name is Eleanor. Why are you so changed? The last time I saw you, you were still in uniform. Also, you left with death. Where did you both go?" She had so many questions for him hoping he would give her an answer that death would not give her the chance to ask.

His smile got brighter.

"I am change for the same reason I left. I moved on. You see there is a bridge above you. There are many in this world, but this one happens to be in your living room."

"Why would you come back if, you already moved on the the next life?" She wondered.

"I had one last thing to do. It involves you." He's eyes fixed on her.

She started to feel werid sitting in her bed as this young Dickie guy was standing next to it have a conversation with her.

"Me? What do I have to do with you?" She asked, " I didn't know you when your alive."

"You, my dear girl, are very special. I'm sure you have figured out by now that you are gifted. You have the ability to open and close the gates to the bridge." He said to her.

"But I thought that was death. Doesn't he fairy the dead back and forth?" She asked.

"Think of him like a gard dog. You can actually control him. He doesn't want you to know that but that is something I have to tell you."

All of a sudden, death appeared in his corner of the the room.

"Richard!" He growled at him. "That is enough out of you! I am taking you back!"

"Wait!" She scrambled to end of the bed and sat there. Death froze instantly.

"What is going on? Why won't you tell me anything? Why won't you let him speak?" She asked death.

"It is not time." He replied to her

With that he grabbed Dickie by the arm and disappeared through the door, up through stairs, and into the living room. Both of there footsteps not making any noise when they came above her head. All was quite after that. She ended up passing out a bit later.