A/N: This was written in about ten minutes, so I'm not promising something amazing. It was just a thought that I've had for a while that I thought would make for a good story. Anyway, please just read and review!
A/N II: Oops! Forgot to mention- I still don't own them, as much as I would like too:)
She was scared of death.
It was silly, considering what she did for a living. She dealt with brutal murder every day.
And yet, she was scared to die.
The thought of simply not existing anymore petrified her. Not waking up every morning, seeing her reflection, her friends, her family, and everything else was more than she could imagine.
But not knowing what was on the other side was even worse for her. She didn't believe in Heaven or Hell of course, but not knowing what was beyond was positively frightening. Her mind just couldn't wrap itself around the thought.
And knowing that she was going to be forever under the Earth, buried for all time…let's just say she was going to make sure she was buried above ground, in a crypt.
Whenever her mind drifted onto the topic it was hard to get away from the horrifying prospect. Usually alone in her quiet room at night, she would contemplate it in fear for hours, unable to sleep.
She hated this weakness.
No matter how many times she told herself that whatever happened to her wouldn't happen for a long time, it didn't help. The terror never abated, and she knew the subject would be something she would hate for all her life.
So she tried to avoid those thoughts at all costs, and when they plagued her she usually called someone. Just hearing another voice calmed her, for some reason. Maybe it was because the thought of life calmed her.
There was really no question about it. She was scared of death, of dying. And until she came to terms with that fact that someday it would happen- she would die- she would live with her secret fear.
She would take it to the grave.
Charlotte