choo choo
I believe sirens were the last thing I heard before I died.
Now that I think about it, if the authorities were any quicker maybe I'd still be alive. I thank them silently for the latter.
My soul began to leave my body, to my utter shock. I didn't believe in this shit; thought it was stuff that only happened in movies. Turns out those movies mimicked the after life perfectly- I always knew the government was hiding things from us.
'What's next? Is the grim reaper going to show up from behind me?' I joked.
'Yeah.' A deep voice snickered from behind me. I jumped from the noise and turned around almost immediately.
The voice belonged to an emo looking boy- or at least a teenager. Maybe early 20's. He looked at a book in his hands and I watched as his eyes twitched as he read whatever was in the book.
'Whatcha reading? Must be alarming.' I looked at his horrified expression. He put the small book in his front pocket and stood up straight.
'You wouldn't believe.' He offered only half of a smile.
'Anyways, before we go can I wait 'til they drag my body away?' I laughed. 'How long do you think it'll take for them to find it?'
The man looked at me amused.
'Sure.' I watched as he sat down on the cold dingy floor, his legs folded. I sat beside him, unable to feel the rotting ground underneath my legs, exposed from my dress.
The room remained quiet and we listened to only the panic downstairs of the nice officers trying to find me. I wanted to scream that they'd never find who killed me. That he was too good for his own good. Leaving me to die was apart of whatever scheme he had come up with. That it would take months to find my killer.
That I was just a small part of his own fearful legacy.
But who would want to listen to a dead person cry?
The reaper and I sat quietly until he tried to make conversation while we waited.
'So how come you're not like- freaked out?'
'I knew I was going to die anyways. Why would a man like that go soft on me? I'm no one special. He reminded me of it, he killed me because of it." I sighed.
'I see that in this life you were- suicidal?'
'No, not suicidal. Just not afraid of death. If I were to live on, maybe I would have.'
The room became silent once more.
'I'm sorry I sound so depressing. I'm Y/N, you are?' I introduced myself even though he probably already knew who I was.
'A rookie reaper,' he laughed. 'you're an interesting case Y/N, it's sort of refreshing to see something like this.'
I frowned. 'You don't have a name?'
'I couldn't remember it when I died so people just call me by rank, Rookie.'
