I guess I was always a bit out of the ordinary. I’ve always gone that extra mile when people tell me no. Today I read a story about the grim reeper. He seems a lot like me. Misunderstood and working for things that aren’t easy. I did a bit of research and the only thing I found was a 12 year old girl. It said she killed herself as a sacrifice to him. What was intriguing to me was that when they went back for the body it was gone. He must have found her. These days I’m so desperate for a friend that doesn’t seem out of the options. But how would I befriend him if I’m dead. However the article didn’t say it had to be the person themselves that was sacrificed. My moms been getting on my nerves lately. Always telling me what to do and not giving me freedom. The grim reaper would give me freedom. That night I sit on my bed staring at the knife. She’s gonna die at some point. For all I care she’s just a background character in my life. Normally invaluable but now, I have a use. I gently pick up the knife and run it across my arm. As the blood trickles down I smile a bit. It’s sharpened. In that moment my mom yells from the other room. “Get off your ass and do chores!” She says. Now I’m fed up. I stand up with the knife behind my back and walk over to her. “What are you doing?” She yells. In that moment the anger comes out. I quickly extend my arm and plunge the knife in her stomach and twist. Not long after she stops breathing. That night I saw the grim reaper. He found me. He took me to the woods and showed me the most wonderful things. It’s as if we’re invisible but not in the way I normally am. Like we’re only there in spirit. I see goosebumps on arms as we walk by but they don’t seem to actually see us. Eventually he silently leads me to a door. “Door of death” it reads. It seems comforting in some since. I follow him in and am met with a gloomy place. Dark, eerie streets filled with people. Only these people aren’t “people”. They have all types of injuries. Axes in their heads, guts ripped out, but some just look pale. I’m met with my mothers horrified face at the end of the street. All of a sudden the grim reapers gone. I look forward to be met with everyone charging mr with knives. Then, darkness.