"You cannot die today! Not like this! How dare you try to defy me, mortal!", the hooded figure boomed. It was too big to be human and too intimidating to be underestimated. I could feel its voice within me…. or was that just my dramatic imagination?
"What?" I replied. My eyes were watery, my throat hurt, I had a headache and the noose around my neck wasn't helping.
"You are not to die today, get your neck out of that rope!", commanded the figure.
"It's too late now. Besides, there's no point in saving trash like me", I replied, still not sure that I was seeing right.
I don't have an unhappy life, it's just that I don't want to live. I don't see the point anymore. Plus, I am a good person, so if Heaven exists then I may be going to a place where I can feel no bad, hurtful or troubling emotions. Even if I merely ceased to exist, that is better than what I'm doing with my life right now. My parents love me and they are phenomenal, my friends are awesome too. As I said, I live a happy, wholesome and healthy life. But I don't feel like that. I don't feel happy or healthy or wholesome. And I know it's just me. I don't do it on purpose, of course, but I'm not putting effort to change my life either.
"Yes you are trash. The debris of what you used to be and the base material of what you could be.", answered the figure.
"When the Solar System was brewing into place, some small planetoid collided with the Earth and from the leftovers, from the scraps and pieces of it, the moon came into being. The moon that you love so much is also just trash. The waste parts of old Earth and a planet that could have been but isn't. Yet, it gives so much hope to so many of your kind. It doesn't even have its own light! It just reflects the sun, but you insignificant mortals still find it beautiful." said the figure.
The figure rolled its eyes at me, or so I thought. At least, that's the vibe I was getting.
It sighed and then spoke in an annoyed voice. (I think that is how it always talks, or whispers, or screams...I'm not sure anymore).
"There's a mythical fire-bird creature in your world that burns itself to ash when it is weak or old or very worn out. It then emerges again with ferocious flames hotter than before."
"Oh, you mean a Phoenix!" I exclaimed.
"I came across this show on the television of a British detective and his roommate. He said, and I quote, “Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own. Once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. So keep your hands off it.”
"Yeah, the show is called Sherlock and it's my favorite!"
"Yes, I know". Its voice was dripping with irritation.
The knot of the noose suddenly loosened and I fell on the floor. Pain never felt so sweet since it reminded me that I was alive and I was surprisingly happy about it.
"Why did you save me? I really owe you. Thankyou." I said.
"Oh, please", it grumbled, "I did not want to lose my bet with Death."
"D..Death?! Then what are you?"
"I am Destiny, and I swear on all the Gods that created me that you will meet me just like I planned. You will drown. That is your Fate."
"That's just my middle name."
I laughed, "Well then, I better learn how to swim!"
Editor: Amrita Pillai