Bad time?

Amber had somehow survived school, though she came back home with twice the painful headache when she had left.

She didn't want to think about what happened this morning, so she chose to blame it on her recent lack of sleep.

She threw her bag on the couch when she entered and went straight to her mother's medicine cabinet where she took two sleeping pills from the little bottle.

Swallowing the pills with a glass of water from the kitchen, she then returned to the living and turned on the television. She exhaled a breath when the voices of a walking dead movie filled the room.

She had chosen the first one she saw and wasn't going to watch it either way. It just calmed her, giving her something to focus on rather than plain silence; her being home alone.

Amber walked over to the drawer of snacks, talking out a mint and throwing it to her mouth before going up her stairs.

'A warm bath will help me fall asleep quicker.' She yawned, leaving the hot water to run a bit and stripped of her clothing, entering a foggy bathroom. 

As soon as the water touched her skin, she groaned almost feeling as if a weight was lifted off her chest.

Amber wrapped her hair in the towel and used the other for her body, she hummed the tune of lyrics she had in her head, her mood uplifting. 

Her fingers twist the doorknob, pushing the door open to enter her room. 

She squeezed her knuckles, just like that her entire vibe was ruined leaving her with a beating heart when she saw an incredibly handsome man on her bed. Well, she didn't see his face yet, however, his voice, as well as his physique, was enthralling. 

Amber hugged her towel tighter, watching Death as he lay on her bed, comfortably with his hands propped under his head.

She turned her back to him, her face flushed and her heart racing.

"Bad time." His voice boomed through her ears and her knees almost buckled, "Oh it looks like a bad time." 

She fiddled with her fingers, willing herself not to look at the man on her bed. There had never been a man on her bed before! Yet here he was.

"You, you're real, what do you want from me?" 

"Relax…" She heard him say, "I'm not going to hurt you—"

"Then why are you here—" Amber started.

"Yet…" Death chuckled, "I'm not going to hurt you yet."

Her skin crawled at his words. 'Yet. What does that mean?'

She clenches the towel tighter, her lips quivering with fear, "But why? Why does this resolve around me? What do you want from me?!"

 She then heard the wood squeaking under his nearing footsteps. She could already feel his presence with his long legs coming for her. 

She closes her eyes, her heart accelerating with how close he was close. 'Is he going to kill me, behead me, and rid my soul from my body?'

Her eyes twitched when he removed the towel from her on top of her head and his rough fingers entered her scalp.

Though she was undeniably afraid of this man, the way his hand massaged her hair was calming. She wanted to push him away but it was like he somehow reduced her headache from earlier. 'Stop it!' Her head screamed but she couldn't move, she was shocked.

Dear Amber was evaporating from his touch.

Death brushes the girl's hair back with his fingernails and swings it over her beautifully shaped shoulders.

"Mhm…" he licks his lips as if he wanted to devour her."You smell so good."

His arm then trails down her neck and right then she couldn't move, his fingertips send her skin on fire. He leaned to whisper in her ears, "Are you scared, chocolate?…" 

His voice was low, "You know I can't help myself...you fragile, beautiful thing. It makes it so much easier for you to snap."Amber was startled when he snapped his finger by her ear. "I don't blame you for being scared, it's all you humans. You're too weak." He continued.

 "I can hurt you without having to lay a finger on you, that's how far away you stand from me, I can make you question things, make you see things. I am death itself and you're only death when you lay in a grave, forgotten and worthless with no one to acknowledge you. You know I can help with that—"

"No." She cried, " I don't know how I'm supposed to help you in any way but no, no I won't put up with someone who gets a laugh out of bullying others." Amber whined, she knew she sounded like a toddler but if it's true what she thinks is going on then she has every right to go off.

Tears were running down her eyes when she pushed the bathroom door open, locking it behind her to create a wall from Death.

She clutched the handle when he tried twisting it from the other side. 

 "Suit yourself then, chocolate." He gave up, noticing that she had locked it, "However you can not hide from me." 

Amber positioned her forehead on the wooden door, listening as his footsteps faded out of her room. She turned to the sink, splashing the water on her tear-stained cheeks. 

She looked in the mirror. 'So much for sleep.' It was already nearing night time, and she knew she wasn't going to fall asleep anymore.

With a robe around her damp skin, she quickly got out of the bathroom and made her way downstairs when she heard the sound of loud laughing.

"That's fucked up, shoot him! The hell's wrong with you!?" 

She made careful footsteps, turning the corner, and followed the voice. His voice. Where he rested on the couch in front of the tv, chuckling to himself at the zombie movie she had put on.