~Death's POV~
"Snowy, my dark one. Wake up."
I said in a husky voice.
Snow mumbled something and got up.
"Whaaaat dad?" She said.
"Im not your father." I growled.
"WHAT-WHO ARE YOU?" She asked nervously.
"The Grim Reaper, duhh." I said sarcastically.
"I.. I thought you were a myth." Snow said shakily.
"Aha, no. Why does everyone say that?" I said
"Dont kill me like you did...him." She said and
pointed at the bleeding dead
angel in the floor.
"Aww baby, I would never do that." I snickered.
Snow's eyes widened as I inched towards her.
"Dont hurt me, mister creepy guy." She whispered.
"Still using my nickname?" I asked jokingly.
"Huh? What do you mean? I just 'met' you."
She said in a confused voice.
"Look back into that stupid human head of yours and
Look at the memories." I said.
She took a few minutes but she looked up at me in horror and happiness.
"So... Death Is it? Um yeah, I wondering if... Nevermind."
She mumbled.
"I can see through your clothes." I said and smirked.
She pulled her blanket around her.
"What colors my bra and panties?" She asked.
"Black. As always." I grumbled.
"Its my favourite color." She perked up from the hospital bed.
"Thats nice." I said
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"Could I see a mirror?" She asked politely.
"Sure, whatever." I said and handed it to her.
"WHAT THE HELL, IM HIDEOUS,
I LOOK LIKE DEATH." She shrieked and winced.
"You look like death?" I said.
"Fine.. I look HORRIBLE." She said.
"You look fine. Now fucking rest." I said
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Voices Of The Soul
Teen Fiction"I hear voices." She said. He looked at her. "I swear Im not crazy, they talk through my veins and brain." She whispered and held a knife to her wrist. "I dont believe you." He said. "Then watch." She said with a wicked grin on her face and slid the...
