Death - prologue

When you live in a world filled with unhappiness and strife, and you try and fail to change it, you become sad. When you live in a home filled with hatred and blaim, you become depressed. And when your depressed you look for anything to make it better, and when you find it, you descoer its only a temporary solution. 1

You get hooked on drugs and alcohol, and soon you cant afford either of them. You have messed your life up more than it already is, and you cant find friends. And so without friends, you look for love, and only get cheap sex. 2

So where do you turn when you have no friends, a hating family and false love? Where do you turn when all the drugs and drinks have run dry? Well, to the only thing you have left that loves you. Death. 3

And thats where i am. On my bed laying down starring up at the ceiling. I wonder if God will take me after i do this. My bed is made carefully, and i am laying down on perfect fluffed up pillows. I would like to keep everything clean and how it is, but i couldnt findmoney to buy pills with, so all i have now is a knife. It gleamed in the soft moonlight shinning in through my windows. The curtains that lightly flowed in the breeze looked so eary and yet so beautiful to me. 4

I sighed and lifted the knife up to my wrist, and ran it against my flesh. There was no pain. No pain at all. It felt oddly like caressing fingers softly brshing against my skin. And the blood that ran scarlet down my arm was like warmth finaly filling my body. 5

I closed my eyes an felt all there was to feel in my last moments of life. The air suddenly smelled and tasted so sweet to me. The moon was brighter than ever, and i missed seeing daylight. Why did everything have to be so cruel! Why did my family have to hate me so? Why? Life was full of questions without answers. The only one who could possible answer them was the person i wanted to see the most. God himself. The bible says he loves all his children. I want to be loved...6

"Stella, open your eyes." Said a voice. It was teribly familiar, and my eyes flew open and searched my blurry room for the source of the beautiful voice, so sweet and warm it reminded me of melting honey.7

And when i found him, i smiled. He was just like i imagined him in my dreams. Tall with dark hair and ivory skin. Brown eyes and a angelic smile. His body was perfection. He smiled warmly at me, and i was breifly reminded of soft rolling green hills caressed by warm summer air.8

"Who are you?" I asked him, and he chuckled.9

"You must know. You know me better than anyone. try." He said. 10

"Death." It wasnt a question. I knew who he was from my dreams, and the moment i thought ofthe word, i knew who he was. His face took on a look of ancent greif, and i found i would do anything to make him smile again. 11

"I suppose you could say that. Yes. But i am also your companion."12

"Companion?" I asked weakly. He nodded.13

"Mmmmhmmm. When a person commits suicide, they often have alot of questions. And its my job to help you to answer these questions before you go to heaven." He said. Why did his voice sound so much like love to me? 14

"Im sorry you got stuck with me...God still wants me?" I asked. It was getting harder to see my room, but i could see him as clear as day, standing infront of my bed.15

"Of corse God still wants you. He loves you Stell. He wants you to read him your poem." He said. Truth rang in every word he spoke."And truth be told stell, i like being with you. I have been with you since you were born." He said, coming to stand beside me. He sat down on the bed, not even moving the sheets, and layed next to me. He held my unbleeding hand in his warm one, and caressed my cheeks with his other. His fingertips left warm trails over my face, and i felt a hot tear slip from my eye.16

"Whats wrong?" He asked. But of corse he knew the answer.17

"Whre have you been?" I asked, and i closed my eyes and felt my hole bing start to move from my body.18

"Sleep Stell. I'll be here when you wake." He whispered in my ear.19

"Promise?" The word was so quiet and soft, i didnt tink ewould hear it.20

"Of corse." He said. 21