A Visit from Death

I roll over to my side, facing the wall and pull the covers close to my chin. I stare into the darkness hoping Death does not see the fear in my eyes.

“What if I barter with you?” I said to Death.

“A barter?” Death scratched its chin with its long bony fingers. “What do you have that I want? What can you give me that is as precious as your life?”

I thought for a moment.

“Let me put things right,” I closed my eyes tight. “Let me mend the wrong I have done, and then I will voluntary follow you without a struggle, without a word.”

“You wish to atone for your all your wrong choices,” Death begin to laugh.

Death laughed so long and so hard, I had to cover my ears to stop the dreadful, piercing sound from hurting my ears.

“That is quite amusing,” Death finally stopped. “You are a desperate man.”

“I ask you as a friend,” I turn to face my opponent.

“Friends are fair-weather,” Death said.

“Please, I beseech you once more,” I pleaded. “I have everything to lose after I am gone. My family will forgot me and no one will visit my grave. That is not how I choose to live this earth. My family resent me in their hearts, and I only wish to leave them with peace and not this hate that binds us.”

“You are indeed desperate,” Death said. “I will give you three days to straighten out your affairs. When the sun sets on the horizon on the third day, I will come again, and I will take you kicking and screaming, whether you are ready or not. That is the deal.”

Death vanished from my room and he took with him the darkness that had engulfed my room. I could hear the early birds singing outside. I pulled back the curtain and saw the sun about to rise. I knew what I had to do then.