Death is that Popular Cheerleader

Death was born on a Sunday afternoon at 3:02. She came two weeks before her due date, because you always know death is coming, but you can never know when. Her mom wasn't prepared. She didn't have her overnight bag for the hospital packed or a car seat. Deaths mother was 16. She didn't want Death. She wouldn't be able to take care of Death and Deaths dad was a douche bag. But Deaths mom was stubborn and strong, and on that Sunday afternoon on the way to the hospital, she decided she was going to keep Death. And on that Sunday afternoon, it started to rain. At 3:02, it started to pour. And at 3:02, Death took her first breath. All the nurses and doctor stopped and stared.

Death was beautiful.

Death did not allow you to look away.

Death had bright blue eyes and thick black hair. From Deaths first breath, she was breaking hearts. And Deaths lost and sixteen year old mom took the beautiful baby in her arms and loved her. She loved her because Death was to be loved. But she was afraid. She was afraid of her because Death was to be feared. 

Death was a good baby. Healthy. Strong. Death never cried. But Death would never do as she was told. Death always had her own agenda.

Death grew and went to school. Death grew prettier everyday. Death didn't have the innocence the other children had. Death was different, Death was odd. But some of the children didn't mind. They would take Deaths hand and play with her. They knew Death wasn't bad. That's when those children still saw glimpses of good in everything. But even innocent children grow up.

Everyone who met Death was very intimidated. Everyone who met Death felt like they had met her before. Familiar. Everyone was familiar with Death in some way, somehow. Some loved Death. Death loved no one. Death made no friends, but she had friends. Death was on everyones mind. 

Always

Always

Always

Because once you meet death, you will never be the same.

Death became an obsession for some. She grew up to be beautiful and mysterious. She was surrounded by darkness but full of light. The boys fell in love with her and the girls wanted to be her, but everyone was terrified of her. Every boy knew it was inevitable to have a crush on her at some point. Every girl knew it was inevitable to be jealous of her at some point. Death was simply inevitable. But the secret? No one actually liked Death at all. It was all pretend. They pretended to like Death, to not be scared of Death, because that is what you have to do to stay alive in High School. You pretend to like who you are supposed to like. You pretend to like the pretty girls and the jocks.

Pretend

Pretend

Pretend

Death is that popular cheerleader everyone is secretly afraid of.

Death is that popular cheerleader that has no real friends.

Death is that popular cheerleader that everyone is supposed to love but no one actually likes.