Six Feet Under

Chapter One

Come on. Come on, just a few more seconds left. Seventh period would be finally over and I would be free to leave. 10, 9, 8, 7. Oh my gosh, why does today feel slower than ever? Friday's had to be the worst day to kill time. Wednesdays and Thursday were a lot faster. 6, 5, 4, 3. I breath heavily, preparing myself to dart out of class. My teacher, Mr. Gamath, tend to like to chitchat after class. 2, 1. The bell finally screamed at us, releasing us from this jail. I leap out of my desk, dart through the hallway, and finally made it out of the High School. I shoulder my heavy book bag, wishing it was summer.

I slide into the humid forest, taking the scenic root to the cemetary. Now, why would I, a sixteen year old girl, be going to a place full of the dead? Simple and easy answer. I like to visit my Mother, who passed away when I was eight. The large cemetary came into view. Few people come here, but most don't even bother. The trees that hung with moss, hid the sun away. It was a relief that the sun wasn't all high and mighty as it normal was. I open the nearly rusted shut gate, using most of my strength. I was short for my age, being that I was five and half feet tall. Once I was inside, I made my way to my Mother's grave. The tombstone still looked very polish, except for the rain marks. Her name was printed in neat hand writing, including the day she was born and died.

I sigh softly, pulling my black leather ntoebook out. "Hi, Mom." I say softly. Normally, I wouldn't have expected a reply back from a tombstone, but life is just full of surprises. "Hello, Shilo." A male voice says. I jump nearly ten feet in the air. I look around for the voice, finally finding its owner. A boy stood beside my Mother's grave. He had jet black hair that fell in his face, pale white skin, dark red lips, and his irises were totally black. If you could compare him to anything, it definetly would be a vampire. The boy was around five eight. He wore a black hoodie, a white shirt underneath that was poking out of the bottom of the hoodie, a pair of slightly tight ripped jeans, and to top it all off; a pair of converse stuck on his feet. "Who are you, and how in the Hell do you know my name?" I demanded urgently.

The boy laughs at my questions, before sitting down on the autumn leaves. "I know who you are, dear. I remember your Mother. You two have the same dark hair and eyes." The boy says, ignoring parts of my answers. I stare in shock at the boy. I have never seen this boy in a day of my life until now. How could he possibly know my Mother? I stare at the boy, growing agitated with him. "Who are you?" I demanded again. I turn red as I realized my voice cracked. The atmosphere had dropped at least ten degrees. This guy really let off a weird vibe. The boy sighs loudly, chewing on his lip.

"What if I told you that my name is something that everyone fears or loves? That some call for it, begging me to take them. Some want me to go away?" The boy begins. I stare confused at him. I cocked my head at the guy, before turning pale. "Are you a rapist?" I yell at him, starting to get up. I start throwing my things into my bag, hoping I could leave quickly. So much for talking to Mom. "No, you ignorant-. Okay, listen, oh so bright one. If I tell you my name, you promise not to freak out or run away?" The boy growls at me, reaching for my wrist. His touch is icy cold that sends electricty up my body. "Fine. Whatever." I mumble at him, trying to get my wrist away from his icy cold touch. The mystery boy sighs softly, as if he was debating rather or not to tell me. "I am Death."

My mouth drops open in shock at the guy. Death? Is this some kind of joke? My anger gets the best of me. I snatch my hand away from him. "Who put you up to this?! Is this some kind of joke? Death? You've got to be kidding me!" I scream at him, while I back away rather quickly. Death, or whoever he is, stares at me slightly hurt. He rolls his eyes, while gritting his teeth. "The last thing your Mother said to you before she died was 'I love you, Shilo. Don't fear the reaper'. That was a freaking reference to ME and that song by the Blue Oyster Cult! I'm not lying to you." Death yells at me. My mouth drops open. I hadn't realized that it was a reference to a song, but this guy definetly knows his research. He reaches for me again. Before he could touch me, I threw a random book at him. In his shock, I run out of the cemetary filled with anger and sadness. "Screw you!" I scream as I ran as fast as I could to my house.