I sat there trying to grip my hand. I can barely stand to touch it now that rigor has sat in, but I couldn't let go for some reason.
Now the sun is coming up, I can hear the whoosh of the waves on the lake, the birds are chirping in this part of the forest, and not one single person cares that I am gone, and I hate how badly that truth stings.
"Have you accepted it yet?" Death loomed over my shoulder, but I couldn't look at him. If I look, it just becomes more real.
"Go away." I snarled.
"At some point, you will have to accept this. You will get hungry soon; if that happens and you don't feed, your soul will be lost. Do you understand?" I am being scolded by Death right now, and in most circumstances, I would have laughed my ass off, but not right now.
"Just go, please." I hadn't rea
