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Cold… Just cold. I could feel myself drowning in it as I slipped further into the darkness. I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘Is this where it all ends? Am I so shallow as t end it all when people have nothing to call their own in this world?’, but just as quickly as that thought entered my head another joined it.
‘You deserve this. You deserve it all. Your family despises you for being who you are, and you have no friends. You’re all alone in this; you deserve a way out.’
I didn’t listen to my thoughts. I blocked them out and let the darkness take me.
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When I woke up I was alone in the place I’d once called home. I checked around the house to make certain. I even looked out the window, just to be safe.
To my eternal surprise, however, there wasn’t anything outside. When I say there wasn’t anything outside, I mean there wasn’t anything outside. There were no other houses, no street lights, nothing. There was just an outstretched sea of blackness that went on for miles.
At this point in time, I officially freaked out. I wasn’t freaked out about the sea of darkness outside my front door, no, I was freaked out at the prospect of having to spend the rest of eternity all alone in a place with plenty of horrific memories.
“Gerard Way,” I screamed out,”you son of a bitch! What happened to the whole ‘Death’ takes you in the form of your fondest memory bullshit? Oh, God, I’m going to be in this place forever.”
“Not if I can help it,” a stranger said quietly.
He was hot, I’m not going to lie. He had jet black hair and a face that looked as if it had been cut from stone by the gods themselves. He was wearing a suit that was all black and appeared to be made of satin. It was accompanied by a black dress shirt and a white tie.
‘Classy, real classy,’ I thought to myself as I tried not to stare at this Adonis-like figure in front of me.
In an effort not to look completely lovestruck, I said the first thing that popped into my head.
“Excuse me, but who the fuck are you?” I said looking bashful.
“I’m the Grim Reaper-who the fuck do you think I am ,Dumbass,” he said as if he expected me to know.
“Umm, I actually don’t know who you are. Why do you think I asked, Genius.” I said, trying to keep from turning red from embarrassment.
“Oh, my Father,” he said looking obviously flustered, “I’m Lucifer, but you can just call me Luke.” He extended his hand to me, and for the second time that day, I passed out.