Most humans never appreciate how lucky they really are. I see them all the time. They worry about the trivial things, but are easily appeased. They move through their lives quickly, and then when they're all used up, I come and take them away.
A common myth about Death is the skeleton-in-a-cape image. And while I can't see myself in a mirror unless I'm taking a human, I know for a fact that I look pretty much like a normal high-school girl (although sometimes I get strange looks from people, especially from elderly people who vaguely recognize my face from 70 odd years ago).
I've just always had a hard time concealing myself, and when I do, it wears me out so much that I usually end up taking a human accidentally.
I've never liked taking humans. When their spirit, or soul, or whatever, filters through my body, I can see their whole life. I have to. It's so awful, it's impossible to look away.
Literally.
But I think I could handle it if it was just a short summary of the life span. But it's not. It's the whole goddamn thing. If they got teased in elementary school, I'd know all about it. If they had skin problems in high school, I'd actually have to relive all four years worth of humiliation condensed into the span of a few milliseconds. And, of course, if they had a mid-life tantrum because they found a silver hair in their hair at 40, then that would be forever engraved in my brain.
But I would give almost anything to be human again.
* Not finished yet!! Tell me what you think of it so far please!!!*
~Katylicious~