If I should Die what would become of me. Would people care? Would people even notice I was gone? Just thinking about it sent shivers up and down my spine. I listened to the howls of the wind, late at night, from my bedroom. I closed my eyes. I shuddered; unsure of if I was scared of my own mind or because it was the middle of winter and cold. But then again... earlier in the night... I had met Death. Earlier I had just put on my nightgown and crawled into bed. I wasn't tired so I lit the candle on the drawer next to my bed with the intention of reading before I felt a cool chill course it's way through my body. I then blew out the candle and crawled under the covers to warm myself up. "Marianne..." "Who's there?!" I shouted and I jerked up in bed and looked around my small room but there was no one. There was silence. "Robert?" I called my brothers name in a soft whisper. It suddenly became darker in my room and I peered outside my window. The clouds had covered the moon's brightness and now made the land darker. "Marianne..." came the voice again. "Robert is that you?" "I am not Robert," replied the voice. Another chill dispersed through my body and I looked around the room again. "Where are you? Show yourself to me," I demanded. "I do not need to show myself to you. For the past few days you have been ill. That is why I am here." I frowned. I was both curious and frightened to know whom I was speaking to. "Who are you?" "You know who I am, Marianna." "No I don't." "Think about it a little. I'm sure somewhere deep inside you already knew I was coming but you were unsure of my arrival." I swallowed hard and clenched my trembling hands. Yes. I had been awaiting his arrival... but not this early. "I know who you are," I said quietly. "Good girl. And are you ready to go with me?" "No!" I shouted and I bit my lip. I wasn't ready. Not now. I was seventeen and hadn't given any farewells. "No?" he asked. "A little more time is all I ask," I said. "Only a little." "The beginning of the summer is when I will return for you. Until then I will watch over you and keep you healthy so you can say your farewells properly. But when the time comes, you must cooperate. Do you understand?" I nodded. I had been given six months. It was not the amount I had hoped for but it was what I was given and I was not going to complain. "We will meet again, Marianne." "Yes," I replied. "Farewell... Lord Death." Present Even to myself I felt I was eerily calm. I think that if it were anyone else they would be frightened and unable to comprehend. I couldn't deny that I myself was a bit tedious of the situation but I accepted it. It was my fate. But... If I should die... would anybody wish for me to live? ༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜༜ So... new story! Yay .-. Anyways. So here is what is happening. Marianne is dying from tuberculosis (I will have that later on) and Death agrees to give her six months to live before he takes her life. Yeah. Idk how I came up with this but I hope you enjoy -Katie Shute
I don't know which one our kind of relationship? The celebrity and me? (The only two I have actually nearly made to half way point in story)