He’s here.

“I’m not ready”

I faintly mutter. I don’t think I ever will be. I grip dads hand tighter as if death would have to physically pull me down through the hospital floor to get me to get me.

“I know honey, I love you”

he spits out through his tears. I let go and stare at him with a slight grin as I lay on the bed waiting for the inevitable.

A cool breeze gusts through the room as my grin fades. I’m… alone. I freeze when I hear hallow taps echo down the hallway. I sit there frozen. A man with all black attire and equipped with a umbrella he uses as a cane slowly walks into my room and stops a few feet before my bed. Weirdly, I’m not scared. If anything I’m calm. It feels as if this is how it’s supposed to happen.

He reaches his long withered hand out toward me. As he reaches his finger out to usher me towards him I can see…bone.

“Come”

He says in a cold breath. I do as he asks and get up. We walk. I don’t know where but at this moment I don’t care. It.. just feels.. right.