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I was afraid.
Why lie about it?
I was staring onto the face of death. I’m not being figurative here. I was literally talking to Death himself. Not many were blessed with the sixth sense did see Death but I apparently I was. He looked just like the Grim Reaper of yore, scythe and everything. His long black robe made him all the more menacing as he towered over me. And there I was, a bloody ten year old that just dragged her mother from the burning wreckage of the trashed SUV. Some idiot ran my mom and me off the road and into a ditch. I can’t remember how many times we rolled over. My leg was broken and I was bleeding badly but my mother was the one Death came for.
“Trisha Black.” He announced. “Your life is at an end.” My mother was too disoriented to reply.
“My daughter…my daughter…” she gasped out. She touched my face tenderly. “Orchid…” My heart ached sending bitter tears streaming down my face. Death gazed down at us. No…it wasn’t supposed to be this way…it was too soon, I could feel it.
“Remove yourself child.” Death said to me. “Your mother must come with me.” I shook my head vigorously.
“No!”
“I will have her, child.” Death’s hand stretched toward my mother. Nevertheless, I remained fiercely obstinate. There was no way I was letting him get near her. She was my mother. I didn’t want to lose her. “Do not deny me.”
“She’s my mom!” I retorted.
“I do not have time for this.” He remarked.
“Like you should talk about time!” I hollered. “It’s not her time to go yet. You know it!” I couldn’t see his face but I pretty sure Death was scowling at me. He was impatient. He reached for my mother.
“Trisha Black it is time to…” I dashed to his feet and feel to my knees before him.
“No! Please! This isn’t it! Please she can’t go yet! I can feel it!” I clutched his robe and begged for her life. I didn’t know that touching Death resulted in (duh) death. He was shocked.
“You lay your hands on me child?” He tore my hands from his robe and took them into his own. “Your soul does not leave you?” It was more of a statement than a question. He knelt down to me. Now I was shocked.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I stammered. I peeked under his hood a saw a more pleasing form. A gentle face, fair skin, He was beautiful. I stared in awe. He caressed my face.
“You are the one I‘ve been waiting for.”
“What?”
“You are the one who will find my son.” He said. “I will spare your mother, child. In turn, you must do something for me.” I leapt at the chance to save my mother’s life.
“Anything!” I replied eagerly. Death humbled himself before me. I was too young to understand the supernatural magnitude of this experience.
“You must carry out a task for me. You must find my son. He would be your age. I will come to you again when you are ready. To remind you of your task I place a gentle reminder. Mortals call it my “curse”.” He touched my head. “I will see you again, dear child.” I felt a surge of pain over take me and Death was gone.
My mother sat up in the bloody dirt and shook her head. Save for a few cuts and bruises, she was fine. She saw me doubled over and vomiting from the pain Death had bestowed upon me. She took me in her arms and I began to sob with happiness.
“Orchid? Orchid!” I smiled and lay in my mother’s arms. My mother was alive and nothing else mattered. I lost consciousness to the sound of sirens. My mother never knew exactly what happen that night; she just knew she was alive because of it.
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