My Friend, Death
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The first time I met Death, I was 5
My friends had all left me, leaving me alone on the playground
They had gone off to a play a game together
A game I didn’t really want to play
When I’d asked them if they wanted to play my game with me
The game I’d spent days creating and inventing
They said no and walked away
Leaving me alone to cry
Alone to die
And so Death snuck in quietly
Cautiously
She dried my tears and took my hand
I looked into her eyes
One a cold, startling blue
One a gentle, warm brown
I looked at her face
Half with tan, creamy, unblemished skin
Half with cold, clear bone
And I smiled at Death
And Death smiled back
She reached behind my ear
And she tugged out a flower petal
With her warm, tan-skinned hand still clutching mine
She used her pale, bony hand to crush the petal
And then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I met Death, I was 7
My so-called friends had dragged me kicking and screaming across the playground
They had saddled my already-bruised body
They had pummelled their fists into my stomach
They had ignored my screams
They had relished in my pain
When they got bored of tormenting me they’d left me alone
They’d left me alone leaving me to curl up and cry
And so Death had crept up gently
Carefully
She had placed her bony hand on my back
Her eyes looked down at me with sympathy
Her lips curled up into a hesitant smile
Death smiled at me
And so I smiled back
I wiped my tears away and sat up
I gave Death a hug
Death’s pale hand reached behind my ear and pulled out a petal
She placed a kiss on my head
And with her bony fingers she tore the petal in half
And then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I met Death, I was 9
A boy in my class had made it his goal to make my life ****
He kept saying things I didn’t understand
The class around us would laugh at him
They thought he was funny
They thought it was funny to watch my face burn
As we’d already established
They pulled my chair out from under me and would laugh as my face turned 3 shades redder
They liked torturing me
So when the boy said things that made me blush
They laughed
Even if they didn’t understand what he said
After what felt like the 100th time he’d said something
I ran to the bathroom crying
I vowed to tell my teacher the next day
So I approached her during recess
And I told her what he’d been saying
But she wasn’t having any of it
She accused me of lying
She accused me of wanting to get back at them for winning a game against me
I broke down into tears and told her she was wrong
The minute she left I bawled
And Death snuck up
She could hardly look at me without crying
She took me into her arms
One pale, one tan
And she held me close to her
She kissed the top of my head
She smoothed my hair
And I noticed that in her pale hand she clutched a petal
Her fingers made quick work of decimating that poor little splash of color
And she smiled her sad smile
She set me gently down
Death smiled encouragingly at me
I smiled wanly back
And then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I saw Death, I was 13
I was sitting at my computer
I was talking to a boy I’d had a crush on since 1st grade
I’d heard a rumor about him
I refused to believe it
But the seed of doubt was planted
I knew I had to find out for himself
So I sat down at the computer
“Hey…. are you gay?”
Silence
3 jumping little dots
Silence
“Yeah, I’m gay”
I felt my heart turn to cement
I felt my heart drop
Tears started flowing
“Oh. Alright. Cool”
But my head was thinking
It’s my fault
No one will ever love me
I’m ruined
And Death slipped in
Her lips quivered
Half healthy pink skin
Half no skin at all
Her hands wrung
She seemed more hesitant this time
And when she reached behind my ear
This time she clutched 2 petals
She rubbed them together
Slowly the color bled out of them
This time I sat there confused
This time I did not smile at Death
This time she did not smile at me
She sniffled
And then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I met Death, I was 14
I had met a boy
He wanted me
He said he needed me
But he didn’t respect me
He would push and push and push
He wouldn’t take no for an answer
And then one terrible day
He forced himself upon me in a way he never had before
Terror and fear filled the air with their scent
And the minute he let me back up
Thunder struck and announced her arrival
Death stormed in
She glared at him
Her warm brown eye turned dark and stormy with hate
Her cold blue eye became penetrating ice
But he paid her no attention
She turned to me and her gaze softened
She must have smelt the fear
She must have known what was going on inside my head
Her dress shivered in the breeze of my wails
Half white taffeta
Half black silk
This time she yanked out 5 petals
She threw them to the floor and they disappeared
Her pale bony hand gently caressed my face
And from within her cloak she pulled out a pair of silver scissors
Her bone fingers gently pulled the skin of my forehead back
They carefully pried the top of my skull off
I felt her lift something out and heard a snipping sound
A fog filled my head as she replaced what she’d lifted out
A fog filled my head as she continued to glare at the boy
A fog filled my head until I couldn’t remember what had just happened
A fog filled my head as Death smiled at me
A fog filled my head so I don’t know if I smiled back
A fog filled my head but I knew that then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I met Death, I was 16
Death had tried so hard to keep the memories she had snipped away
She tried so hard but eventually something brought them back
I was sitting in a classroom listening to a presentation
The film reel of my memory was winding back to that horrible night
And it was staring at the gaping hole
And it was searching for the memory wondering if it had lost it
And so Death walked in
And she looked at me sadly
She pulled a memory from her pocket
She worried it between her tan fingers
Her bony fingers itched to touch and destroy it
But instead she took out a sewing needle
She opened up my head once again
I smiled at Death
I was excited to get my memory back
But Death did not smile back
She sewed the memory back in place
I gave Death a hug
And I watched her snatch the petal from behind my ear
And I watched as she snatched one more
Two more
Three
5 in total
She looked at me sadly
And as my mind’s film reel moved back again to the spot
I remembered
And inside myself I screamed
I screamed and screamed and screamed
And I heard Death echoing my scream
And Death looked at me with pain in her eyes
One blue, one brown
And then Death left
I have met Death
One could say Death is my friend
The next time I saw Death, I was still 16
I had had a week of straight disappointments
But I kept holding out
I kept waiting for the one I’d tried the hardest for
I didn’t get in
My heart broke in two
I waited until I got home
And then I begged Death to come
I pleaded and cried
I waited and waited
And finally Death came
She looked at me
I looked at her
She turned to go
I caught her by her bony wrist
She looked back at me
Her eyes were the saddest I’d ever seen
And then I spoke to Death
“Please, Death
I can’t do this anymore
Death, please take me
Please, no one will care
Please, Death
Please
Take a petal
Take 5
Take them all
Please, Death, please”
Death stared at me and shook her head sadly
“Please, Death, I’m begging you
How often do you get someone to beg you to die?
Death, please
Take me
Take me, Death
Please”
She shook her head again
“Why have you come here, then?
To tease me?
Torment me?”
Death’s eyes were filled with tears
One blue, one brown
Her hands shook
One tan, one pale
Her lips quivered
Half skinned, half missing
I stood up and clutched her shoulders
One covered in black silk, one covered in white taffeta
I looked her in the eyes
And softly I said to her
“Why have you come all these years if not to kill me slowly?”
And then Death spoke
Her voice was soft and yet rough
It was the loud and firm kind of quiet that brings respect
And just a healthy amount of fear
And this is what she said
“Your time is supposed to be up today
I’m supposed to take you with me today”
I wrapped my arms around her
I buried my face in my face in her dress
And I sobbed
She wrapped her arms around me
One warm, one cold
And she held me close
When I was finished crying I looked back up
And I smiled at Death
And she smiled back
And so I said
“So let’s go”
I slipped my hand into her bony hand
But Death’s smile faded
She gently pulled her hand from mine
She sat down on my bed
And then Death did something she’d never done before
She slowly pulled off her hood
Her hair was pulled up in braids
Half white-blonde
Half deep black
The braids reached halfway down her back
She swung them in front and began playing with them
Her bony hand patted the spot next to her
I slowly took a seat
Death didn’t say anything for a while
We were both silent for a long time
And finally Death spoke
“I am supposed to bring you home with me today
Your time is supposed to be up”
I nodded
“So let’s get going then!”
I stood up ready to leave
But her bony hand caught my wrist and gently tugged me back down
I stared at her confused
She met my gaze
And as she tugged out only a single red petal
These words tumbled out of her half-dead lips
“But I am not going to take you
I am not going to take you today”
I gaped at her
My hands shook with fury
I turned away from Death
I clenched my teeth
And I looked back at her
And I screamed
“WHY NOT
IF I’M SUPPOSED TO DIE TODAY
WHY WON’T YOU LET ME DIE
WHY WON’T YOU TAKE ME
WHY DO YOU HATE ME
WHY, DEATH
WHY?”
Death’s gaze was cold and full of patience
She waited until I stopped screaming
And these were the words that she said
“You may be fated to die today
You may be allowed to pass through our gates
But I have seen the good you do
I have seen the joy you bring people”
I scoffed and she stared at me
“I have seen how your friends look at you
I have seen how your mother smiles at you
I have seen you make your father proud
I have seen the strength your therapist sees in you
I have seen the way people look up to you”
I sat there silently glaring at Death
But she wasn’t finished
“I have seen all the things you’ve done your whole life
And I have seen what you can do
I have seen what you will do
If you stay alive
So while I have been allowed to take you today
I have been allowed to offer you a choice
You may come with me now
And you may die
And you may bring sadness to everyone around you”
She turned her bony hand over
Not offering it to me
But not withholding it
“But I beg you
Please stay alive
Please
Become the strong young woman you are meant to be
Get married to the man I have seen
He will treat you right for once
He will love and respect you
You will have wonderful children
You will get to keep and work on all your talents
Please, please stay
Stay and really live
Do what you love
Your life can be so much better
Your life will be so much better
Please stay
Live
Don’t come with me now”
Her eyes were pleading with me
Begging me
My chest hurt
My eyes were watering
My fingers itched towards her upturned palm
I wanted desperately to take her hand
I wanted my pain to end
But I looked her in the eyes
One blue, one brown
One soft and warm and pleading
One cold and hard and demanding
And both were begging me to stay alive
There we had it
Death wanted me to live
And so I closed my hand
I drew it back to my side and looked down
And Death grinned at me
She threw her arms around me
And she laughed a laugh of relief
I smiled softly
And I hugged Death back
And then Death gladly left
I have met Death
One could say she is my friend
And the next time I meet Death I know she hopes I will be a lot older
And I hope so too