“Not the best way to go, isn’t it?”
A deep, raspy voice waking me.
I saw clearly, a tall figure dressed in all black, hanging by a tree. It was holding a scythe in one hand, and its face.. it had no face. Only a skull.
“You… are you the devil?”
“Let me introduce myself to you lesser one. I am the Grim Reaper, the harvester of souls, the Death itself. “
The Grim Reaper introduces itself to me, whilst seemingly pissed off by my attitude of not knowing the Death itself.
“I… am I dead already?”
I looked down and realized for the first time, that I was floating in the air. Beneath me, was a wreckage of a car, smoking furiously. By the looks of it, the car was wrecked after hitting a tree by the roadside. Within the car, lies a lifeless body.
It is my body.
I recognized the Rolex watch my father gave me for my 19th birthday. The clock was still ticking, as if it was completely unfazed by what was happening.
Panicked by the scene, I quickly reacted.
“Can I come back to life again?”
“Aren’t you in charge of bringing me to the world of the dead? “
“One a time, desolate one.”
The Angel of Death shrugging its shoulder, and try to respond to my rushing questions.
“On that matter, you decide the outcome”
And suddenly a cackling voice came out of the expressionless skull of the Reaper.
“You do have choices puny soul.”
“You can come back to your body and regain your life. But of course, it comes at a cost. That is, in a defective condition. The chances are, you may not able to walk anymore. Or worse, you could be blind and also a limp.”
“It may sound like a miserable life, but at least you live to see another day. It was your fault since the beginning isn’t it? Driving carelessly like a mad hellhound out of leash.”
“Death, is always open as an option.”
The Death continues to speak as it giving me details and the consequences of the choices it offers.
“If you choose to live, lie your soul within your old body.”
“If you choose death, come take my hand and I’ll guide you.”
Looking at my wretched body from here, I hastily speak.
“B… but, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a cripple! Is there no other way to fix this?”
All the thought you can think of, came to me. How much will it cost me for all the therapy? How can I work? How am I gonna face my family after this? Who wants to marry a cripple like me? How will my life be?
The Grim Reaper slowly approached me, and prepared to hold my hand, as it happened, my eyes caught something. My withered fingers in the car suddenly began to move, as did my body began to extend.
“Hey! What’s happening? Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want to live as a cripple?”
“You may not want to,”
said The Death,
“But other souls did not mind replacing”
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. — Friedrich Nietzsche, German Philosopher
