Death opened his eyes. He saw his family was near him, a bit worried. He was looking around as if nothing had happened. Soon as his mom realized that his eyes are opening she hugged him and started crying. His dad on the other hand was still a little bit worried.
"I am glad you are okay!" His mom said hugging him tighter.
"What happened to me? Why are you hugging me so tight? Why is everyone looking so worried?" Death threw a bunch of questions at them.
"You were unconscious for two days; we thought something happened to you. Not even the doctors were able to find the reason behind your illness." His father replied.
"Nothing... I was all okay... I was just... sleeping, yeah, that's all." There was a pause in the room.
His mother got up "Let me make you something to eat, you must be hungry." And she left the room.
His father went close to where he was, "You sure about this? I mean, you were on the ground when we found you."
Death was looking into the glass of water he was holding, "Yes I am okay Dad, don't worry I won't die so easily." This was the first time he spoke of something related to death.
His father put his hand on Death's head like he was patting him, "Listen, son, we love you more than anything and you should know that."
"I know..." Deep down he knew his dad loved him but there were scars on his soul that remind him of the past. A past he never wanted to remember but it always keep popping up in his mind whenever his parents were around.
Death's mother came back with breakfast and after eating he went to his room, though his parents said to stay a little longer in the bed. He argued with them and went upstairs. He locked the door and walked to his bed, falling on it like a corpse.
"I see you had the time to hide yourself and all that stuff from my parents in time." He didn't look up lying on his bed.
"Yes indeed, I had to." Zozo appeared from the shadows.
"How you feeling now sir... I mean Death." He was preparing something for Death.
"Well, I don't know... still dizzy." Death replied as he turned around, looking at the ceiling now. Zozo was there looking back at him. "You know you should be down here."
"Yes, I know." Zozo smiled.
"Don't smile, you look disgusting." Death went to his bathroom after saying that.
Zozo was somewhat angry but stayed calm like that. Death started the shower and stood under it for about 3 hours.
The demon kept waiting for him outside, not knowing what was going on with his mind, or maybe, he was just ignoring it.
Death came out of there and walked to his closet, drenched. He changed his clothes and fell on the bed again.
"Zo, you ever thought why people commit the act of suicide or some of them start killing others and then kill themselves... because they don't get what they desire the most."
Zozo was puzzled about what Death was talking about all of a sudden. "I think you should sleep for now, I have a lot of stuff we need to talk about."
Death smiled at him and soon fell asleep, but in his sleep, he saw something, a dream that was going to shake the realms.
