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.

 

 

 

A Visit from Death II

Death stood over me, waiting for me to release my grip in this old life.

“You cannot fight me, dear friend,” Death said to me.

“I am not your friend, please leave, and let me be,” I quietly said.

“You do not remember me,” Death said, “but, I have been watching you, very closely.”

“You have been watching me?” I was surprised to hear him say.

“Many times you almost fell into my grip, but you kept slipping away,” Death smiled. “HE always pulled you back. You had many close encounters with me, and now here you are lying near death’s door.”

“What are you talking about?” I refused to listen.

“You have been spared,” Death kept saying. “I cannot say why, you have been a very immoral man, with vices, with no love to give, your heart is filled with hate and you still refuse to believe you have something worth fighting for. HE was always there, saving you.”

“I never asked him to save me!” I shouted in anger.

Death cackled his horrible laugh.

“What is it you find entertaining?” I asked annoyed, yet frightened of his all knowing.

“You, my friend,” Death said. “I have seen many times through out my existence that those who eagerly greet death live longer than those who refuse to go live less. It is the same song and dance when I come for them.”

“I–I am not ready,” I sputter.

“Who is?” Death became deadpan, “you cannot deny me. HE can no longer stop me.”