Short Stories/Poems

Grim Reaper

I'm no longer in pain. It's dark around me, but I can see my hospital room below me. My mother is crying my sister too. I turn and there is a tall dark figure beside me. They reach out a pale hand and help me up. He keeps hold of my hand, and leads me out of my hospital room. I look up to his face, it looks sad and empty.

He takes me to my home. I see my cats, and they can't see me. I stand in my room for the last time, and feel the weight of my own emptiness. "Maybe I should of skipped this part. It's always the hardest." His voice is quiet, and gentle. Not what I had imagined. He takes my hand again, and leads me to my favorite restaurant. I see my favorite waitresses helping someone out. I wonder if she'll notice when I don't come back. "She will." He says. I want to cry, but I stay strong in front of this familiar stranger.

He then takes me on top of a hill, and we watch the sun set. He stands back while I sit close to the edge. A tear falls down my cheek, but I smile. "Are you ready?" He holds out his hand again. I take it and we appear in a dark place. There are three doors, and no noise except my breathing.

"I hope I made your last few hours enjoyable. I try to always show you guys your favorite things so that maybe you can remember them easier. But, I forget that you can feel emotions and then seeing you cry at the hill," He takes a big inhale "anyway, from here you choose where you go. If any of the doors feel a like it's pulling you too it, that's the one you should enter. I'm not aloud to tell you which door is which. So, this is good bye." He sounds so sad. And lonely. "Thank you" I say, and I hug him. He goes from slightly cold to really warm. He hugs back. I can hear him become happy. I pull back, and he's smiling. "Thank you, you're very kind." He turns and leaves.