Almost The End

Memories

Death walks towards the wall and places it's long finger on a small tile which illuminates the room. I wipe the streaming tears from my face and I look around me. I know this place. I just can't put my finger on it. I back into the door frame and my hand slides over the slits in the door once again.
I lean down to find markings on the small incisions reading :
"Collin - 2006"
"Jackson - 2008"
"Collin - 2009"
"Collin - 2011"
"Jackson - 2011"
(Jackson was my little brother)
This was where my mom would mark me and my brother growing up. I understand where I am now.
"This is my first bedroom that I remember from my childhood." I say still trying gain back my serenity.
I walk around the room and feel the cold navy walls and deep red curtains. Staring into the eyes of the adolescent pictures of me, my voice cracks when I say,
"Why am I here?"
Death has taken a seat on my broken bunk bed. It's looking at me in silence. I ignore the silence and focus back on the pictures in front of me. My eyes focus on one in particular. The picture of my dad and I at the college baseball game.
I've never liked sports, and my dad knew that, but that day it didn't matter. I spent all day at the game with him and I was so genuinely excited to be with him . There wasn't very many of those days in my childhood. Maybe that's why I blamed myself so much when he left.
I start crying again and death finally speaks. 
" Right here is where your life force began to fade, even as a child."
Processing what I've just heard, I take one more stroll around my small room grabbing and holding on to memories before .... well you know. I grab the train that my grandmother made for me when I was small and take a seat beside death on my broken bed. Then I come to realize,
"It's ending where it began."
Death nods it's head. Taking a big breath I start to gain the confidence to ask the question -that again I don't want the answer to- and I finally speak.
"So .... what happens next?"