Don´t play with my soul
Cold, loneliness, forgetfulness, all that was what I felt when I died, life in this world is nothing more than a defective game, I have known that for many years.
My name is ... to tell the truth, I don't remember what my name is, my life was short and fleeting, I had good moments and bad moments but I never did anything especially remarkable, it was a good life, I'm not going to lie to you, my mother loved me. and he loved me very much , my grandmother was tender and hardworking, always with her stories from the past, my uncle was always very serious, but I loved him very much, he would support me no matter what happened.
Anyway, none of that matters now ... or maybe it does ? I really don't know , my situation is ... complex.
I would like to say that I was hit by a truck but to tell the truth I don't remember how I died .
The day was the most normal in the world, I stayed up the night before playing video games with a couple of friends,
My school is the strictest, however my group is the best, I am in the third year of secondary group E and we are the best group in the school, we broke the punctuation record two years in a row and at least 15 people in the group have an average perfect, plus the few bullies in the group are the most competent.
I am not one of the perfect grades, however I am good enough not to be left behind .
My group of friends is not very big, but it is fun, counting me there are four in total.
One of them is the representative of the class, he wears glasses and is quite tall, he is a dignified person, but he keeps a dark secret, because he is a secret otaku .
The second of them is an annoying guy who laughs even at what you should not laugh at, he loves to make jokes to the class representative, he is my same height but no matter how much I look at him he will never be taller that I.
The third is a popular boy, the kind that usually attracts all the attention, but I do not consider him a popular type, I only see a spoiled child with slightly protruding front teeth and a silly smile.
I am the fourth of the group, the best ... ok no, the truth is that I do not recourse much about myself , actually, it is a miracle that I know that I have died.
The truth is I am quite disappointed, I do not believe in God or in those things, so I used to think that when I died I would not know that I died, rather I thought that after death there was nothing and that therefore I would not keep my conscience. But it took me a great surprise in very bad taste, right now my conscience is floating in the void, I know that I died and that does not make me funny.
Right now I don't know what's going on, this silence is a bit ... overwhelming.
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After an indefinite amount of time I feel a tug on my right arm, then a tug on my left arm followed by two more tugs on each of my legs.
When a last tug pulled my head a sudden light blinded me, I was forced to close my (not) eyes, after which a fresh smell assaulted my (not) nose as I felt a soft breeze caress my (not) skin.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the dark, I was in the middle of a meadow, my body was nothing more than a white mist.
In front of me was a girl, about 1.50 meters tall, she had white hair that reached her waist and her silver eyes seemed to pierce my soul, she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
"You're dead." She declared.
"You state the obvious, don't you think?"
I answered.
"Why are you so calm if you have died?" I wonder with curiosity painted on his face.
To clarify, I am not at all calm, it is more upsetting to know that the last volume of my favorite novel was coming out in a week and I would never read it.
"I'm dead, there is no more, that is, I don't even remember how I died, so I don't have to complain. |
"So?"
"All this who are you ?"
"Me? My name is Mors Rubrum, you can call me Mor, right now I have a proposal for you." Saying that she seemed very confident and a bit anxious to tell the truth.
But, despite being a girl, she was not childish at all, besides, as a side note I have noticed that the time in this place moves super fast, that is, when I arrived it was noon and a calm breeze caressed my skin, without However, after exchanging a few words, all that calm atmosphere became calm in a sunset with a nice wind. Almost as if every word we say an hour passes.
"Mor, it's a nice name, tell me Mor. What kind of proposal do you have for me?"
In a second the darkness closes in on us like a gloomy silence, the howl of the wind was the only thing that could be heard in these desolate stops for a few moments It was the kind of calm / altered environment that generates concern in the spectators, a climate that does not let you calm down. And then, after minutes that seemed like hours she answered, her first words no more than a whisper.
"Please...
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... let me have your soul. "
What the hell?!
"Sorry I think I heard wrong, you said, Let me have your soul ?" I said with a firm tone, or something that I tried to be a firm tone, because I'm sure a little fear escaped in my voice.
"No more death for you, your soul is interesting and I have decided to use it."
At that moment I froze, the look on his face was terrifying, a look of insane and utterly desperate desire.
"You will be eternal ..." As she said that she began to approach me with slow steps, her totally unfocused eyes wandering all over my body, no, all over my soul. "You will never die so cruelly again ..."
The night sky began to turn crimson red, a bloodthirsty red, thirsty for my blood.
"I'll treat you well ..." She was a couple of steps away from me , my body took a step back of its own accord.
"So ..." She put her hand on my chest.
"Please ..." He raised his head and looked into my eyes, his pupils had turned a dark red.
"BE MY TOY!"
At this point I lost consciousness, when I woke up I couldn't move, I was being held in something, I couldn't move my limbs, I couldn't see, I tried to scream but I couldn't.
The darkness enveloped indefinitely, and when they believed that I would came crazy, I hear the sound of a peak crashing against the rock.