This is from my friend Akihanatsu. I enjoyed reading it a lot and i hope you enjoy it also. All credit goes to Akihanatsu for this part.
Pain. Nobody can't explain it. They can only feel it. That's... what happened to me. Years, and years.. I choked every night, supressing the unbearable pain, the tears... was unstoppable. Death, death, I wished for it. Death, death, I called it. Why? After all those days I called for it, it never came?
I still remember that meaningful night. That night, it was Halloween. As the other kids running up the streets, knocking the doors, ringing the doorbells, as high-pitched 'Trick or Treat!' echoed from houses' doors... I was still in that room, sobbing again as I heard the quarrel my parents were having on. It was just a simple thing - who should open the door, they were fighting over it when they started to bring up things that are useless and are even were not linked to the topic.
I froze, tears still formed in my eyes. "Buria," They shouted, and pulled me from my dull-painted room, as I shivered violently, knowing what was coming. They argued, again, and looked at me, while they hit me, as usual. I started to cry again, and I guessed this made them angrier.
I was not normal. Everyone told me that, even my neighbour's Mrs Busy-and-Noisy, as mom called her, daughter, Anna, called me a 'freak'. I understood why, oh come on, who wouldn't? I wore my father's big jumper, and he just bought me a pair of trousers, luckily it fits me, because I can't wear his. I got mom's slippers, and a beautiful skull-shaped pin I got from my teacher. She sort of hated it, but I did not. She just glared at me when I told her that it was pretty.
I gasped as my mother released me, and I didn't need to hesitate when I ran out of the room and heading towards the stairs. "Death!" I called again as I clung on the window up the handle, I used all my strength for it. "Why? You're still there, are you playing with me? Why didn't you take my life?!" I whispered, as my vision slowly blurred. It was coming, I smiled, as I form a pained smile, as my body slid down the wall, down the stairs.
"..." It was total darkness, before I saw a bit of light as I opened my eyes. "It's night?" I shook my head and straighten my body, and.. I found out I was outside. "What?" I whispered to myself, shocked. "What what what.." I stuttered, as I stared at the door. Oh no, I must had been day- I'm sorry- nightdreaming or something! Oh no, they will surely kill me for that, I thought as I bit my lips.
"Buria!" I froze as I heard the sobs of my mother, as she ran outside shouting for help, hugging my.. body...? Which.. which.. my head was bleeding? Mrs Busy-And-Noisy who was walking home, gasping when she saw my mother, helping her to her car, as I stood there, stunned. Even Mrs Busy-and-Noisy has some concern in her...
My father followed my mother from behind, some tears falling from his eyes to his cheeks, as he was pushed and calmed by several witnesses around. I screamed, as a person ran.. though.. me? I blinked as tears formed in my eyes. What am I doing here?!
What happened?! What happened?! I jumped, so high that it almost hit the face of the person who was holding my hand from behind. I turned around and saw a.. boy, probably the same age of her who was wearing a pair of black pants, a black jacket, which are matched with a white shirt and a pair of black boots. She looked at him, and saw the accessories he wore, a ring and a pendant. He has fair complexion, black raven hair, with bangs that covered his left eye. He was carrying something on his back, wrapped in a cloth. He smiled at her and held out a hand, which she gladly took, even when she had some doubt of the boy. "Buria Rose." Her eyes widened, how did he knew her name? "Death has chosen to take your life away." She smiled. "That's why..."
Buria smiled at herself. It was years later, that she became a Grim Reaper, standing along with Damon. She was glad that he chose her as the first soul he chose to take away.. she was glad she's away from all that suffering. "Thank you... for giving me.. a more meaningful...'life.' ](Buria Rose, Reaper's Touch. This is in her P.O.V.)