Death…

A cunning end to a futile struggle.. one that was doomed from the very start. You were born into a okay family, loving parents, and they spoiled you rotten…

Yet it never felt enough, no matter how much they adored you and made you feel welcomed and cared for, something was always missing..

The part that would make you care.

Yes, you loved your parents and your friends more than anything but it never filled the gap fully, causing you to be where you are now.

Standing on the bridge that you and your friends used to run up and down as kids, ready to jump into the frozen river below, frostbite chewing at your fingertips and yet you couldn’t feel it.

Glancing up for a short moment, there was a cloaked figure standing on thin air, it had a white halo with spikes surrounding it and a long bird skull mask, and its hands looked like a skeleton, holding a large scythe with a hour glass made into the handle for marking a victims time left to live.

You stood in shock mainly and yet it went away almost instantly, though the hooded, cloaked figure said nothing, it was clear it wasn’t her time to be seeing them, not yet. But your mind was set.