The Revenge

I thrive on darkness.

On misery.

On the pain in their eyes.

On the stream of tears that always follow.

On their unfulfilled wishes.

On their lost hopes and dreams.

I love seeing them being rejected.

Here was another, a young girl. Almost pretty, had it not been for the wires wounded across her. Or the pain that masked her face. Too confident, too full of herself, she had been. Serves her right.

She lay on a hospital bed, tubes going to and fro. Surrounded by hopeless doctors trying to ease her pain. Her insides were being gnawed at, her flesh was teared bit by bit by the microorganisms fostering within her, till she was left gasping for breath, for one last chance at life.

Her parents were there too, begging for mercy. Oh how I loved these dramatic ones.

I smirked.

Here's what you get for loving life too much.

***

Let me introduce myself. I am Death. I am the one who is permanent (unlike Life) yet always unloved, unwanted, and rejected. I hide in dark corners of the heart, never accepted. I am there wherever you are, constantly watching and waiting to make my move.

I don't understand people. They will always be dumb, I guess. They love Life or the illusion of it fully knowing it's temporary. While rejecting me knowing full well I am inevitable.

But boy are they gonna love me

When I approach

With my nightmarish grin

Suckin' out their lives

Loving the fear in their eyes

Taking them down with me

In the darkness

That I embrace.

I always take my revenges.

Especially from these young ones who think themselves immortal.

***

Her eyes widened as she saw me, immediately recognising. Fear flashed across her face. Hurt too as she realised Life had given up on her.

I grinned.

Here she was, rejected by Life, slipping into the cruel uninviting arms of the one she had rejected.

It couldn't have been more perfect.