The Monsters Under My Bed

Death's Much Needed Pep Talk

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I had to do this. It's not that hard right? After all, Death was supposed to be super sad now. He wouldn't care about a simple commoner like me. But... didn't I need him to care about me? I was saving the world after all!

The knife sank into my chest like a sharp burn, I cried out in pain, immediately removing the weapon and trying to control my breathing. It was getting harder to not cry. Is this literally the only way I can talk to Death? No way!

A dark cloud surrounded the room, and I put a hand over the gaping wound in my chest. He was here. Death has arrived. The cloud grew, until a grey shape formed in front of my eyes. It was scary, and I felt inferior next to the cloud.

"Here to bully me?" A dark voice erupted into my thoughts, and I shook with wonder and fear. It hurt my brain, everything feeling like it was slowly shutting down and moving to a much more different state of peace and chaos. Is this what death felt like? Am I... am I touching death?

"No! No-no, Death we need to talk," I gasped out, the wound feeling heavier in my chest. How does a draining body feel heavier? There was nothing. No words, no mumbling, no sounds. I as afraid Death hadn't heard me. Did I mess up?

Slowly, the grey shape faded away, and my eyes widened in alarm, my body using all the power it had to sit up and try and plead for Death to come back. But when the cloud ceased to move, I furrowed my eyebrows in curiosity, reaching out to touch the black aura, when a dark figure, more materialized, and real, shaped from the cloud. I jumped back unwillingly.

Everything started to feel colder.

"Talk? What about?" The same voice called out. Tears formed in my eyes from the unusual feeling. I didn't want people's thoughts, or words, or whatever this is, to be in my head. It felt unnatural, it felt... it felt like I was stuck.

"You're not killing people anymore," I whispered, shuddering from the brisk air surrounding my body. It would be hard to give Death a pep talk if I was dying, and in a state almost impossible to function in.

More silence. I wondered if Death registered my words later than they were spoken. Is that why it feels like I'm in between worlds? Everything is so confusing.

"They hurt my feelings," Death spoke up. I looked up at the black figure, finding nothing but the black cloud covering the head and neck of Death. Did death not have a head? What did Death actually look like?

I tried not to cry, willing the words out of my mouth. "I know they did Death, but please kill me, I need to talk to you on better terms."

Then everything disappeared.

The cloud, my room, my body. It faded away like mist disappearing when the sun starts to rise in the sky. A deep, alluring laugh followed through my thoughts and when I opened my eyes, I could only see... well there was nothing to see.

It was nothing!

Panic flooded throughout what was left of me, and I tried to scream, finding nothing. My body was shutting down in the worst way possible. I didn't know what my body wanted! I was scared, I wanted to speak up but there was... there. was. nothing.

Everything looked close to ready to explode, and I was scared, I was worried. So many emotions were going through my body, even though I couldn't remember their names. It was like being conscious of what my body was going through, without understanding it at all. I wanted it to stop.

And then it did.

My body reappeared, most of it translucent and close to invisible. But it was still intact. There was... a creature in front of me. They had the facial structure of a woman, with a walk that resembled a woman's walk, but there were in the form of a man. Transgender gone wrong, I guess.

Then I recognized the body as the one Death had used when I was dying. This was Death. Death was... so intriguing.

"You said you wanted to die," Death said, shrugging it's shoulders. I didn't know whether or not death was a woman or a man. Maybe I could ask.

"What gender are you?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in wonder. Or did I have eyebrows? I couldn't really see much of myself.

Death didn't say anything for a second. Supposedly stunned into silence. I realized they probably thought that's what I wanted to talk about. It must seem absurd. Death answered anyways.

"I'm supposed to be the inner reflection of you. It seems the attractive woman who wanted suicide wished to be a man," Death noted. This time I was stunned into silence.

What happened to the insecure Death everyone talked about? Maybe she just felt confident now?

She.

Yeah, she.

"That doesn't matter. What matters, is the fact that you're not killing anyone! The world is becoming over-populated!"

Death stands there, her eyes searching mine. At least I think I have eyes. She does, so I'm guessing I do as well.

"But they're so mean, they won't let me kill them. The just hurt my feelings and drive me away," Death says, her head hanging in shame, as if embarrassed over the fact that the supposed controller of death can't even kill someone.

"You wanna know something? I get it. Because you're right. I have wanted to be a guy for so long. It didn't feel right being a woman, when I wanted to be 'one of the guys'. But my parents were against that kind of thing, and while my friends said they understood how I felt about my gender, I knew they were weirded out about it. High school was the worst. Nobody wanted to be my friend anymore, and I was bullied for my clothing, and how I talked. I wasn't even invited to birthday parties. It broke my spirit, and I barely was able to get a job. But you know what? That was the worst thing I had ever done. Now, I feel brave for my journey, and I've helped people. Those jerks who bullied you cause they didn't want to die? Well, they'll die soon enough. But you can't give up on the human race, and you have to say flip you to anyone who tries to tell you different. You're here for a reason Death, don't second guess it."

We were now both silent. I could barely remember what I just said.

A smile appeared on Death's face, and she embraced me in a warm hug. Well, warm for someone who felt SO COLD.

There was a loud ringing, and death looked up, quickly shooting me a glance before vanishing into thin air, and what I hope would be bringing another person into Death headquarters. Death was strong, and she would save the world form over population.