That night, I fell to the floor, my mind broken and shattered. With the harsh, cold flush of steel against my throat, followed closely by a chilling sensation washing over me. The hooded figure of death appeared before my eyes. My vision strayed and all control slipped away, the ground below me cracked and shattered into darkness.
As I collapsed and hit the ground, Death stood tall over me and spoke, in a harsh voice offering… “Are you ready to come with me and escape this world? Have you given up on life?”
With all the strength I could possibly muster, deep inside my core, I rose and stared death in the hollow of his eyes, the cold chill still ripping down my spine.
“No, I am not.” I replied fiercely, my pain and fear shrouded behind a wall of stone built over the years.
“It is your time, I need you to come with me and you can leave this world quietly.” Death stated coldly with his empty red orbs, staring through the shell of my being.
“NO!” I yell out. “I am not ready to go yet. I can’t. I still have too much in this world to do. Too much to say. You leave me be until I am old and grey; then I will gladly leave with you. Until that point in time, you will not show your lifeless face again…”
As the dull sound of steel clashed to the ground, death smiled and asked, “Aren’t you a brave soul, to stand against death, so tall and mighty and not cower?”
At that, I turned and walked the other way, leaving death behind in the dust. I couldn’t leave this world. It wasn’t my time.
That was the day I defied death.