The Reapers' Secrets

They say that death finds us all in the end.

I am Fitzgerald Melkovitch, and I am about to die. Why you ask? Because some big-wig wants me to become a reaper. I don't want to constantly tell people that they're going to die, you know how depressing a life like that would be? I wouldn't want to go to Heaven or Hell like a normal kid, right? Wrong, I've done nothing but good things, and I've never sinned, but does that change the fact that I have to die and become some douche-bag who delivers the bad news? No. Life isn't fair, and neither are the idiots who think they are living it. I am writing this, so that I can get my story out, so that someone will one day, see past the bull, and find their own light in the end.

I just wished that my end hadn't been so soon.