The Blossom

Chapter 1: A Reaper Guiding a Dead Soul

-Zeph-

Wherever I go, this job forces me to witness the pain of the news I bring, the suffering I give, and the hate I don't deserve. Why… Why do I find joy in their suffering, their pain? It wasn't always like this, I used to empathize. What changed me, what caused me to be like I am? I'm going crazy, aren't I? It's finally come back around. Their vengeful souls come to haunt me for eternal justice… don't they 

– A misguided mind

“Ma’am, we have some news to b-...”  

“No we cant do th-”

“Im sorry, bu-”

“Son ha-”

“Chosen.”

“Hmm?” I grumbled to myself. kicking my rough blanket off, which slid onto the ground with a light thud.

There were voices downstairs. Downstairs? That's odd, there shouldn't be voices downstairs. It’s late. Everyone's asleep… No? Confused, I dragged my legs off the side of the bed and –-flaring my sore muscles— tiredly lifted my upper body to a sitting position. My eyelids still shut tight. 

“How late is it?” I frustratedly asked myself, “Damn I really wish there was a window in my room. Would be able to tell the time.”

More muffled voices drifted from downstairs. 

Curious, and squinting my eyes periodically, I walked to my door and shifted my ear against the rough wood. In the process, I scraped my ear slightly, causing me to breathe in sharply. 

(Thinking font) I swear if I get a splinter, I thought to myself.

Soon enough, voices drifted to my begging ears. 

“I'm sorry Ma'am but that's not a decision I'm in the position to make.” A comforting voice ushered from below. 

(Thinking font) Who is that? He sounds blonde.

“There has to be something! Anything!” shouted my mom, her voice crescendoing. 

(Thinking font) Who’s she talking to? What decision?

“Ma’am you were well aware of the possibilities. Please calm down and accept the decision that's been made.” The same tranquil voice eased.

“What decision? It was a lottery!” She cried out. “What right do you have to take my baby? Don't you dare even try!"

 From my door, I could already imagine the tears forming in her eyes.

(thinking font) Wait… Oh god no.

“Ma’am, that may be true but the facts still lie as they are, your son has been chosen, and must accept his duty and role. This is not something to argue over. Be proud,” The man stated grandly, “your son will rise further than you could ever have imagined. Be proud, to say that your son is a savior, that your son has stifled his fear and done greatness for all, that your son-”

“To hell with duty and pride”, she roared, breaking into the man's monologue, “you won't… you can’t take him!”

(The full chapter is about 2,000 words so i had to stop here.)