Unspoken Feelings

Short Story By; Bhea Sidaya

The day I died is the day I lived. How did I lived? I lived in darkness,

Haunted be entities I see in my dreams, seeing demons in human form.

Mortals idolizing demons, it sickens me;

I am Death incarnate,

Well at lease I’m trying to have standards.

Let me tell you about the day I died.

It was the usual routine, collecting souls

To enter heaven, until I arrived to

Room 6A, at Ararat General Hospital,

Ariya Davis, cancer patient, no friends, no family

At first, it was a simple collection,

but to my surprise, she was expecting me.

I froze when I heard her voice asking,

“Are you here for me?”

My heart twinged,

I replied,

“You’re not afraid of me.”

Ariya replied,

“Should I be?”

I’m dumbfounded by her fearlessness of the supernatural,

Back and forth with my inner voice, I raised my head to the heavens,

asked God, what does this mean?