Stupid Humans - Writers Forum

unencyclopedia · 05-19-2007, 09:30 PM

5:43 AM

There are two girls on the rooftop, both still dressed in their pajamas.

The sun is just below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the lake. I can hear the two whispering quietly, sipping on their hot chocolate and enjoying the peacefulness of the early morning.

One of them laughs quietly; the one closest to me. If I had a heart, I’m sure it would be aching. People condemn me sometimes; how can you take away the life of something so innocent, something that’s barely lived, something that’s barely experienced all life has to offer? I ask myself the same question sometimes, but with no remorse. It’s my job. I wasn’t made to be sorry for what I do. I wasn’t born with a heart, or with emotions. I was born to do what I’ve been doing for as long as time has been moving forward, trapping everyone in it’s cage, including me. Although sometimes, I do wonder why; why me? I’ve been doing it for thousands of years, and it never gets easier. Why do they get to move on, and I don’t? I just do the deed; I don’t know what happens after I send them away, and I’m supposing I never will.

I feel no sadness, no pain, watching the two girls chatting quietly in the early morning sunrise. I focus intently on the one who I will later take, the one who will drown later this afternoon, when the sun is hot and high in the sky, in the lake just below her. How will the other girl react? I’m quite sure I have an idea; humans are all so predictable. After I make a visit to their loved ones, I sometimes stay behind to observe. Tears, pain, regret... The most commonly used phrase is ‘I could have done something to help’.

That only shows the irrational stupidity of the human race. They couldn’t have done anything. They’re all trapped in my spell, my schedule. I take who I want to, and I take them when I please.

I look at the girl on the rooftop again, and she glances up, looking right at me and missing me completely. More human blindness. She looks away after a moment and continues her conversation.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back.

I give her one last fleeting look, and disappear.

~~~

I felt something there. I know I did. I felt someone – something - watching me... Only how could someone be watching me from the middle of an empty sky? Nevertheless, my uneasiness didn’t go away despite my self-reassurances that it was impossible.

~~~

3:22 PM

I’m back again, only this time I’m on the bank of the lake, watching the two girls in the water like the children they claim they aren’t. I look up at the house, the house her father bought for summer vacations, family fun, and a place for her to take her friends.

She calls to her friend about a race out to the deep part of the lake. I watch and listen calmly. The two speed out to the deepest part and start to come back in.

Then she freezes, a look of sudden pain overcoming her face. Her friend doesn’t notice, and keeps making her way back to the shore, intent on winning. She thrashes, trying to hold herself up over the cramp. When her friend finally gets back to the shore and notices she isn’t there, she turns back, and her eyes widen with fear. She dives into the water, going back to her friend as fast as possible.

When she finally manages to pull her friend back in, she lays her down on the shore, the terror evident in her trembling. Too late. Her friend is already gone, her soul in my hands as I watch curiously.

She screams her friend’s name, crying. No movement, as is expected. She swears, and still her friend doesn’t move. The girl looks right at me, a look of pure hate in her eyes. She swears again, and wipes the tears off her face. New tears take their place. She tries to control her shaking, and already I can see the blame she’s placing on herself. Numbly, she stands up and makes her way towards the house.

Stupid humans. I sigh and disappear with the girl, unable to watch any longer.

RoundEye · 05-19-2007, 11:19 PM

I feel like the grim reaper has just told me his agenda for the day.