Ghosting
Ever since I was young, I’ve had a strange relationship with Death. Most people meet him only once, and have few close calls. But me? I’ve been bailing on death since I was born.
When I was first born, I nearly died. My heart stopped beating a couple times, it was pretty intense. Death even showed up to take me away. But, I managed stable my vitals, and cut off all communication with Death. Let me tell you, he was ticked. But, I survived, so all was good, and Death took satisfaction in the fact that he’d meet me again one day.
That day came sooner than either of us expected. I was six, and my family got into a car crash. I was the only one who was actually injured - I guess Death has it in for me - but I managed to hold out. I was in critical condition for a while, and Death watched over me the whole time, practically begging me to give in and let him take me, but I couldn’t let him. It was a close call, but I survived, and once again, Death was ticked that I bailed on our date, but I can’t really say I’m sorry.
For a while it seemed as though Death had forgotten about me, that he had gotten over me, but then I was twenty one, and at a party in college. Long story short, and embarrassing details left out, I ending up in the hospital with my organs not exactly happy with me. Honestly, Death shouldn’t have been there. It wasn’t THAT serious of a problem, and yet there he was, watching me, waiting for me to die. Obviously, I didn’t die. If I had, it would have been a tiny bit ridiculous. So I lived, and Death left disappointed that he didn’t get to meet me. I was not disappointed.
Then I was thirty seven, and involved in a shooting. It was a horrible thing, and the fear of it was amplified by the fact that Death was standing there, watching, while we all faced what must be certain death. And even when all of us had the same chance of dying then, Death was focused on me. Luckily, the police and paramedics were able to get there in time, and everyone lived. And I once again cut off my communications with Death.
As I grew old, there was always the threat of death. That’s how it works as you age. The older you are, the more likely you are to die of something stupid. And I, more than others, had a lot to fear because of the fact that Death has always been out to get me. But, throughout the years, I managed to avoid him.
And then I was ancient, and very close to death. I wasn’t really afraid of Death, not really, just kind of upset that he would finally get the satisfaction of taking me out. So that’s when, when approached by the mad scientist who said he had found a way to escape death, I agreed to do what he asked.
And that scientist is the reason I will never meet Death. I don’t know if Death is disappointed, because I haven’t seen him since I was made immortal. I was cut off from Death completely, so I sometimes wonder what Death thinks of me sometimes. But, that’s just how life is sometimes. Or should I say death? Either way, I’ve escaped Death once and for all, and I’m happy about it.