Short Stories

The Boy Called Death

The boy's eyes remind me of black holes.  They are black and glossy, but they show no reflection.  His body says that he is still a child, but his eyes look bottomless.  They look like they have seen everything and they just wish that he would die already.

The boy's hair is the color of the devil's heart.  It falls into his eyes, but the boy acts as if he has bigger things to worry about than getting a haircut. 

The boy's favorite color must be black because that is all he wears.  His skinny jeans are black.  Even the strings of his baggy hoodie are black! 

Overall, the boy projects sadness, depression, and death.

"Who are you?"  I ask the boy

"You don't want to know," he answers.  His voice is breathy.  It reminds me of the wind.

I look around and realize that I have no idea where I am.  Everything is white, but it seems unfocused.  It's like when a camera is focused of soemthing in the foreground, so everything is blurry except for that one thing. 

That one thing is the boy.

"Where am I?" I ask the boy.

"You don't want to know that, either," the boy answers.

"Why won't you answer any of my questions?" I question, frustrated that this boy is the only thing standing between me and the answers that I need in order to understand what is happening.

"Because," The boy finally answers, "I don't want to scare you.  No matter what everyone says about me, I am a caring...thing.  I don't want to hurt people, and I don't.  It isn't my fault what happens to you humans.  These things that happen isn't my will."

I take notice of the boy's word choice.  He called himself a thing.  He called me a human as if he isn't one.

But that isn't possible!  This boy looks human!

I look closer and realize that there is no pink in the boy from blood.  He doesn't even have the blue veins in him. 

This boy is not human.

I scoot away from the boy as fast as possible.

"What-what are you?"  My breathing quickens;my adrenaline is kicking in, waiting for my fight or flight response to tell it what to do.

The boy sighs as if he is annoyed, as if he is used to this response when people realize that he is not human. 

Thats when I realize that I am the only living thing here...that is, wherever here is.  There is no insects or birds or squirrels or humans or trees or flowers or grass or anything!  There isn't even a living boy!

There also isn't any wind.  There isn't any water.  There isn't anything!

I feel like I am going insane. 

"This can't be real," I mumble to myself.  "I must be hallucinating everything.  The boy that actually isn't a boy, the white, the lack of life, everything!"

"Oh how I wish you were right," the thing says.  "But you aren't."

"Then answer my questions," I growl.  "Who are you?  And where am I?"

The thing sighs.  "I shall answer the second question first.  You are at what I like to call, the Transition Stage.  The—"

"The Transition Stage?" I gasp.  "What is that?  What am I transitioning into or from?"

Suddenly, I can't breathe.  Oxygen refuses to flood my lungs.  My heat refuses to beat.  My eyelids refuse to fall shut just to snap back open again.  My hands refuse to grasp at my throat to try to stop whatever is choking me.

I notice that the thing's face turns to one of anger.  Normally, one would associate heat and fire with anger.  However, the thing's anger brings on the opposite.  Cold.  Ice. 

My blood stops moving, as if frozen in place.  It'll the heat produced by the friction of my blood cells moving through my veins and arteries disappears. 

I am dying.

"I wish I didn't have to do this," The thing says.  "But you were struggling too much.  This is the only thing I can do for you.  I can only speed up the Transition Stage.  It may not seem like it now, but I am helping you, not harming you."

Death.

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A/N:

Hello my lovely readers!  It's been a while.  So, I have quite a few things to say, so please sit tight and bare with me.

First of all, that picture at the top is the writing prompt I used for this piece (I originally wrote it on Tumblr so I'm surprised that it turned out to By like seven hundred words).

Second of all, I know I haven't updated this in a while but it's because I write when I feel like it (and when I know what to write) and I just haven't lately so sorry about that.  I will have no regular updates for this because, as stated before, I write when I want, sooooo...yeah!

Third of all, I don't know if you care about this, but oh well!  You may have noticed that, if you are following me, I took down a bunch of my books a little while ago.  Well I basically took down whatever wasn't finished because it never will be finished!  So sorry about that.

Fourth of all, I am still writing.  I am writing one, possibly two, books, but I am writing them all out and editing them before I post any of it, so only expect updates from this book for a while.

Finally, thanks a lot if you've read this far because I know that this was all really boring and my writing really isn't worth anyone's time, but thanks for reading!

Thanks for reading! Until next time! ;)

~saaraisme