In Love with Death
Introduction
12 Years Ago:
My mother's screams were cut short when my father's knife sliced through the soft flesh of her throat. My depressed, unemployed father had been drinking heavily tonight and his weak mind had finally snapped when my mother told him she was leaving him. I hid behind the couch, watching in horror as my father took his gun from its hiding place in a coffee table drawer and ended his miserable life with the pull of a trigger. He fell dead to the floor beside my mother. Mother was not as lucky as he. She lay, twisting in agony, blood gurgling from the slash in her throat. Then he appeared. I didn't know it then but this was the moment that would set my fate in motion. He goes by many names and appears to us mortals in different forms. He is the Grim Reaper, the spirit of Death, the Angel of Death, The Reaper, Hades, the Spirit Reaper, but I simply know him as Death. To me he appeared in a black hooded robe, like most people picture him, carrying a scythe. He went over to my father's body and slashed at it with his weapon. An orb came out of his body and hovered above Death's head. Death then laid one of his hands on my mother's head, it wasn't a bony hand like you would expect but rather a fleshy human hand as pale as that of a corpse, She abruptly stopped writhing and her body went limp. Death slashed her body with his scythe and another orb appeared above his head. He turned his head, his face hidden in shadow, and looked at me. He hovered towards me. Stopping in front of the couch, he bent forward, so that our faces were level. He slowly lowered his hood to reveal the face of a very handsome man. His skin was corpse gray, his dark smoldering eyes seemed able to peer into my soul and his black silky hair fell messily yet perfectly over his forehead and down to the nape of his neck. He took my face in one of his large hands pressed his cold lips to the lids of my eyes. He pulled away and his pale lips parted in a smile.
Present Day:
My name is Penelope Fotopoulos. I live with my grandparents in the little town of Cinder Falls. My grandpa is not your typical old man, he runs the town funeral home out of our house. I am his assistant. I am known as the town Goth, I don't try to be, I'm just being myself. Oh, yea and I can see spirits! Everyone in town is afraid of me, and with good reason. I'm in love with Death!