Final Destination

I heard a whisper coming through the sealed walls, followed by a knock on my door. Suddenly, my cozy king size bed lost its warmth and under the soft sheets, I felt a chilling coldness. Then, I also discerned a door slamming closed, followed by a rapid foot stump.

Somehow, I felt the imminent end was nearing by.

I sneaked a look through the desolated darkness, trying to control the situation. When I gained my full strength, it was too late. I felt two cold hands, tapping on my shoulders, and pressing me down tightly. Then they held a pillow over my mouth, suffocating me in my sleep. I tried fighting them off, but the grip was too tight, like a bolted shackling iron. I tried gasping for air, but nothing seemed to work. It was too late to struggle. I just let it be, and allowed myself to take the last breath, as much as my lungs could soak up, and closed my eye forever.

A moment later, when I opened my eyes, I met up with the angel of darkness himself, Mr. Death. He was happy to see me, and grabbing my throat firmly, he began dragging me on the floor to our destination, as if he wanted to drain out any ounce of blood that was left in me.

Unfortunately, to his surprise, I had finished bleeding the moment I stopped breathing.

I laughed as I hauled my two numb and dead feet, because, I thought maybe Mr. Death didn’t get the complete memo about biology class, which is, once all living things die, they feel no pain at all.

On our way there; I didn’t know the exact location, we said nothing. It was quiet and cold. The walk was too long, therefore, I had to break the cold silence.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me now?”

Death looked into my dead eyes in amusement.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough time already?”

I saw the agitation and arrogance in his question. I was fumed with rage and frowned.

Without any pause or thoughts, I replied, “No, I do not. It’s way too early for me to sleep forever. I’ve lots of things to do,” I said angrily.

I saw him roll his eyes and a spark of laughter hanging on his face, yet he was still thinking of a reply.

After a short pause, he cleared his throat and spoke in a faint deception.

“If it was up to me, I wanted to take you with me a long time ago, during the many visits I’ve had a pleasure of seeing you!”

That made me even madder. I was so chafed with his insensitivity. He had no regard for life, or room for any remorse or compassion. He thinks he has the fullest audacity over my life. His words were mean and cruel, as if I didn’t deserve living on this earth to begin with.

No matter how true his assertions might be, the time was too young for my departure. I had assured him of that, my tallest standing, my deep belief with great prejudice.

Yet, in the end, it didn’t really matter arguing with him anymore, for he wouldn’t seem to have any inclination of sending me back, even if he had the power to do so. For the rest of our long journey, I remained cold and silent.

At least, he couldn’t take that away from me.