To the God of Spirits
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I tried to stabbed, to hang, to drown myself but nothing works. I tried everything that I can to die but look at me now, I'm writing my own journey. Listen, if you ever think that you're lucky because you faced death many times but you just can counter it, maybe you're like me. Immortal.
It's been 7 years since I broke the curse. I'm finally free now. I can feel the thrill, the scary feeling everytime I got into accidents. The feeling that I can finally die!
7 years ago
I'm busy drinking my cup of coffee when I heard someone whispered in my ear. Maybe it's just my hallucinations but it feels like I need to do what he just whispered.
I went outside and saw an envelope. It's a map, and I don't know what is this for. I sighed, maybe this is just a prank.
I was about to throw it away when I saw the word that caught my attention. "Mortal", to be a mortal?! I picked up my bag. Anything to be mortal.
I get my keys and drove to the location. According to the map, it's close to the forest. I'm so excited, finally I can be mortal.
As I stepped on the forest, I felt the fresh air that touched my face. I'm expecting that this is a place full of silence but it's the opposite. I saw a bunch of people dancing, kissing, drinking hard liquors and even making out.
"Is this another prank? I can't take this anymore."
I'm pissed. I'm about to leave when someone held my hand.
"Are you Mr. Arthur Santiago?" The skinny girl with a green mask asked me.
"Yes, why?"
"Come with me."
I was hesitating at first but she dragged me. We entered a wooden door and I saw a man without a face. I was shocked and in panicked mode when the skinny girl assisted me to sit in front of the man.
"I'm the God of Spirits."
"Are you kidding me? How can you even talk? You don't have a mouth!" I exclaimed.
"Listen to me. You're an immortal right?"
I nodded. I know this is nonsense but what can I do.
"Offer me 10 bodies and I will free your soul."
"What are you even saying?! 10 bodies?"
This gives me chills. 10 bodies for my soul to be free. I don't know if he's the God of Spirits, how can I trust him?
When I was a child, I heard about the God of Spirits. They said that he is scary and has no face. He can turn you into everything that he want to. He can curse you or kill you if he wants to.
"I-I don't want to kill anyone." I said bluntly.
"As if you have a choice." The skinny girls said while eating her hand.
She's freaking eating her hand.
"Don't mind her. She's always like that." The God of Spirits told me.
"I don't want to kill anyone, please have mercy." I said.
"You choose, to live alone forever? Miserable? or to kill somebody and be happy. It's easy to take lives, just think that you're solving overpopulation." He said as if it is so easy to do.
I picked up my bag and opened the door. I immediately went to my car and drove to my house. My head hurts because of what happened and right now I'm thinking it's just a dream.
I can't sleep. I make a coffee and do some research. Like how to kill someone in a nice way or how to kill someone cleanly. I don't want to go to jail.
Maybe I will kill the one who are old because they are meant to die anyway. I don't know, my head hurts so bad.
Internet said that I can poison them so my hands won't get dirty. I found some rat poison in my kitchen, I think I need to do this.
Just by thinking of killing someone, I'm already disgusting myself. My mother said before she dies that no matter what happen don't hurt anyone. No matter what happen.
"Mom, why am I like this? Why am I immortal? I can't take this anymore. It suffocates me, it kills me inside."
A lot of you will think that being immortal is great. Well, it's not. You live day by day to witness corruption, murders, d**g a***e, lies in the television. Everything sucks, so who the f**k wants to live?
I never met my father. I don't know who is he or what the f**k is he. Maybe because of him, it's because of him why I suffer this much.
It's morning, all I can say is everything kills me. I wore a cap and a shirt with the poison in my hand. I walked across the streets and saw elders who lived in the streets. I bought food from a local restaurant and decided to put the poison in there. It won't be suspicious if I gave this to them, they will think that I'm helping them.
"Here, for you." I said nervously while I'm giving the plastic bag full of foods to a old woman.
"Thank you, you remind me of my son. He is very kind." A smile plastered her face.
She was about to eat it when I snatched it and throw it on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to get you a new one."
I hurriedly run to the restaurant and bought her a lot of foods. What am I thinking, why did I even planned to kill her. I'm not a monster! I don't want to kill her!
I gave her the food and I walked away. I can't do this. I took a bath to wash off my nervousness.
The smile of the woman never leaves my head. How can I kill someone. How can I be so selfish to take someone's life. But this is what it takes to be mortal. To be mortal and nothing more.
I hugged my mother's picture frame and cried.
"I'm sorry Mama but your son needs to do this inorder for me to found the peace that I'm longing for. I'm sorry."
Tomorrow, I'm going to do this tomorrow.
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