Death

Trust Me

Impressive how it separates all souls from bodies.

Maybe he liked it, maybe he didn't. It was his job. Still is.

It leads souls to their destinations ... I started to think about what mine would be. Maybe ... Only God knows.

Two days after death near the school, I went to the cemetery again. It was quieter than usual.

I looked around and I was alone, or I thought I was.

The angel stood beside me, while I read each headstone. Names, date of birth and death, phrases ...

"Will it take long to separate my soul from my body?" I asked, without looking at him.

"It just depends on you and not me. Only God knows. I can't conclude."

"Must it be a little strange to always know when a person is going to die?"

"I'm already used to it. If you have cancer and you're on the verge of death, God resolves it. If he tells me to take it, I'll take it. If not, I won't."

"Do you really have that guardian angel thing?"

"There are rare guardian angels. They only appear when someone needs them." sat on the headstone in front of me "They also live among you."

"Why can I see you?"

"God has given you the gift of seeing the supernatural. If you can see me, you can see other angels too. But that doesn't mean you see only angels. You can also see demons."

"They must be very strange."

"They are not like the illustrations. They are less repudiating."

"I hope I don't see one." I took out my cell phone "Ah, I'm late. My mom is going to kill me." when I picked up my backpack, it was gone. He had left me in a vacuum again.

I ignored his disappearance and ran home.

I had already developed concern for my mother. She didn't stop working, it was annoying for me and exhausting for her. I was afraid she was going to get sick.

She was doing her homework even though she had nothing to do. She was dusting off the dust and it worried me even more, even more at night.

I suggested to rest and to continue the next day, as I still had my schoolwork.

She was just trying to get over my father, I was getting over it too, but it was also consuming her little by little.

She said she would take time off the next day. I accepted.

She smiled at me, it relieved me a little. I went up the stairs to my room. I went into my room, looked for my backpack, opened it and took out my notebook, books and case.

When I opened the notebook and saw the questions, I frowned. Mathematics ... Worst subject in the world.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from the blessed scythe. I was startled and almost tore the sheet from the notebook.

It was just the angel. Every time he hit the scythe handle on the ground, something always happened or it was just to get my attention.

"You liked my company." I boasted, sarcastically.

"Typical of teenagers. Self-esteem to increase self-esteem."

"You put an end to my joy. I don't even have a great self-esteem like that. Only my friend who has a lot."

"I perceived." he was hanging around my room. It made me a little nervous. I left my stuff aside for now. "Impressive the way they portray me." he commented sarcastically, discreetly pointing to a drawing of a skull with a hood written 'Death'.

"But it makes sense."

"Do I look like a skeleton?"

"No. I think it would be more because of the people who die."

"I don't think it makes sense."

"At least they hit the hood."

He put his scythe aside "Tomorrow be careful when you go to school."

"Because?" I asked. "I have to go to the cemetery first."

"Why do you like the cemetery so much?"

"I don't really know. I started going with an elderly man who lived nearby. Then I didn't stop."

"An old man?" he asked, looking interested.

"Yeah, he was going to visit his wife and I was going with him. Keeping company."

"Were you going to visit a decomposing body?" he teased indirectly.

"It wasn't just a decomposing body for him. He felt closer to her."

"You are inexplicable."

"Hey, don't complain, okay? I'm going to visit my dad."

"Is it a belief? It is a Catholic belief. On the day of the dead they will visit the tombs of the dead ..."

"I'm not just going to die. I'm always there."

"I know. I always see you there."

"Do you keep an eye on me?"

"It's not just you." he took his scythe and disappeared from nowhere. Again.

I took a deep breath and went back to answering the math questions.

***

I woke up scared by my mother's scream. My pulse was faster than that of the Olympics runner. I noticed that I was sleeping on top of my notebook. I studied hard last night and ended up sleeping, all just to try to forget about two deaths. My mother always said not to a***e too much or I would be beaten.

I mumbled and rubbed my eyes. I looked at the notebook, and luckily I didn't drool on it. I got up from the bed, yawning, my mother left my room and closed the door.

Suddenly, a shadow with the silhouette of a person appeared on the wall. It wasn't mine, sure, my window wasn't open, the curtains were closed, there was no way it could be mine.

"But what...."

Suddenly, the shadow screamed, its scream was shrill, it was as if it wanted to burst my eardrums, and it was gone.

"Devils." the angel appeared behind me, startling me "They then everywhere. This one almost materialized. It is the demon of discord." he continued as if my fright was not worth the same "He was going to destroy his relationship with his mother."

"Why so many demons?"

"These are the angels who accompanied the devil and became fallen angels."

"So there are many."

"You have no idea. There are still many to come. Go to this school.

She enters the bathroom but leaves

"Go." she spoke without looking at me.

"I have to pack my stuff."

"Go." she repeated.

I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom. I closed the door, did my personal hygiene and left the bathroom, seeing that my backpack was packed and the room too. He was gone. I put on a sweatshirt bigger than my body, grabbed the backpack and left my room, down the stairs.

My mom screamed my name and threw the umbrella in my hand, almost hitting my face. The sky was cloudy in a dark gray, I had even forgotten that it was still morning.

I left the house, saying goodbye to my mother. It started to thunder, the strange noise made me afraid, and I imagined that suddenly a lightning bolt would fall on my head, so I started walking faster.

A black feather fell in front of me and turned to ash. I crouched down and a white feather fell next to me. I looked up at the gray sky and there were two winged beings that seemed to be fighting, but suddenly they disappeared.

Suddenly, a strong wind invaded the street, sweeping most of the small objects and leaves from the trees.

The angel fell in the middle of the street, but he had only a scythe and a cloak. I didn't understand anything anymore. So was that what he wanted to tell me?

He looked up at the skies, as if looking for something, got up, lifted his wings and took flight, making a stronger wind, causing me to fall when I got up.

It thundered again. I had not believed in what I had just witnessed. I put on my hood and ran to the cemetery, not worrying about the rain that started. I opened my umbrella and ran to the cemetery, the muddy floor was dirty with my sneakers, but at that moment I didn't care about anything. After finding the tomb I wanted, I fixed my hair.

"You here again." commented the angel behind me. I just agreed and bent down in front of one of the headstones "I know you saw me. And it happens all the time. What is the reason for the sadness?" he asked, but I denied it. "I know you're sad." he crouched down to see my face, but I turned my head and closed my eyes.

"My father..."

"But remember what I told you." I didn’t remember what he said, everything he said I made sure to delete from my mind. I looked the same way, with tears in my eyes "He went up."

"But you're not here with me anymore."

"It will be soon."

I looked at my father's picture, with tears in his eyes, put the umbrella aside and touched his photo. So much miss ...

Suddenly, I was surprised by a warm hug, just like my father hugged me ... I returned the hug and let the tears roll down my face and join the rain droplets.

"Trust me. I know."

I nodded and came out of his embrace "Thank you."

He took the scythe he had left stuck in the ground and my umbrella, protecting me from the splash of water on my head.

I wiped the sleeve over my face in an attempt to clean my face, but it only got more wet.

I looked at the angel still holding the umbrella for me "No need to bother."

"I am not bothered."

"Thanks. I have to go to school."

He gave me the umbrella and left.