16 July 2012
Remember those times when you were little and you wished you were a grown up?
I can remember how I would fantasize about all the cool adult things I would get to do.
I regret that everyday.
My life is going by so fast it seemed like weeks ago when I was a little girl.
I'm so scared that before I know it I'm going to be rotting and dead.
Years passed but they felt like minutes.
My skin is covered with wrinkles and has yellowed like the pages of an old book, my once rosy cheeks have now sunken in in a way that almost looks like those of a corpse, my shimmering golden hair has now turned gray and matted, my lips once as plump and sweet as a peach have now shriveled up and cracked, the only thing that's stayed the same over all these years is my eyes which are as green as pure, raw emeralds.
I have become old.
I heard a knocking at my door.
Pum, pum, pum.
I answered it.
There before me was Death.
He wore a long cloak darker than night itself, he held an axe in one hand, it was six feet long and the blade was as sharp as a razor and gleamed as bright as the moon.
Shock and horror filled me.
" I can't die!!! Not now!!!!!" I screamed.
Then I crumbled to the ground and began to sob.
"It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! I want my life back! I want my childhood back!!!!!!!!!!!!! You liar! You criminal! You make it seem like life is going to be long and enjoyable! But instead life goes by so fast before you know it it's over! Why?!?!?! Why are you doing this?!?"
"My dear," said Death.
" My job is to collect as many souls as I possibly can. If life were really as long as its thought to be I wouldn't collect as many souls now would I?"
Then he smiled his sinister grin, drove the axe through my heart,
And that was the end of that.
Time • Opuss № I