Don't Fear The Reaper

Chapter 2

              'Home' was pretty much like any other normal house. Except the fact her mortal parents were never home. Always working elsewhere, never really seeming to have any time for her. That didn't really bother her much. Being only her earthly parents, meant they weren't her real parents. Violet walked down the worn sidewalk. She payed attention to every little crack in the cement. Every crack had a story; though it didn't interest her. She turned and walked up the stairs to her front porch. The wood creaked under each step. Opening the front door, she found herself at peace. The gloomy theme of the inside furniture soothed Violet. Home.

"Home sweet home." She mumbled to herself, exhaling and inhaling deeply. The smell of dust and old furniture filled her nose. She walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Nothing really to do. Violet had already read Hamlet countless times. Being a Grim Reaper, she didn't age. Which meant she was to stay in this mortal body, forever. She pulled out a small journal from her bag. Opening it up and flipping through some pages revealed it was filled with many names and dates. All the names of those who she had crossed over, and the dates they had been deceased. She scribbled in the name of the cheerleader from class,

'Janie Macontosh:9/5/14'

"Not too long from now.." She sighed under her breath upon writing the girl's name.

'Dylan Markson:9/5/14'

"Hm.. Interesting. Not often do I crossover two kids from the same school; on the same day." She muttered. Inhaling and exhaling as she closed the book calmed her. She lay her head back on the couch; Her brown eyes shimmered in the light.

'Why must I be the only one left? Why can't there be another?' She thought to herself.

It was pretty tough on her; being the only Grim Reaper left in the world as far as she knew. It was also just hard being a Reaper in general. Having to know everyone's fates, having to cross them over. It was getting a bit tiring after her many millenniums on this planet. Also, hearing everyone's inner thoughts and feelings. Sometimes she would hurt, when it wasn't even her hurt to feel.

Tiring.

The only word she could use to describe it.
Her eyes slowly slid shut, resting. Then, she heard some sort of, commotion outside. A kind of, crashing commotion. She got up and walked to the front door then opened it. A car crash. No, not Janie's, but another. A car crash that Violet somehow had not seen coming. She ran down to the car, the other had driven off. There was a boy in the car, about her age. He opened the door and fell to the asphalt below. He was bleeding.

"Are you alright?" Violet asked him, kneeling down beside him.

He looked up at her weakly. The moment their eyes met, she felt a feeling she's never felt before.

Strangely, she found herself unable to read him.

No inner thoughts, no pain.

Then it hit her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and she stumbled back.

There was only one way that she wouldn't be able to read his thought or feel his pain.

He was a Grim Reaper too.