The Grim Reaper & I
May 30, 2023 • By Olivia Ferer
DescriptionA story about a close encounter with the end.
MessageThe Grim Reaper and I contains content some may find triggering. Reader discretion is advised.
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The night was cold and dark. Rain trickled down and left me drenched. The air felt dense with every breath I took. I walked down the dim-lit street. For weeks prior I had hoped and prayed for rain, but now that it was here... the world seemed like it would end. It was eternal, a trance, a solution looking for a problem.I woke up on the floor the next morning. I felt warm, wrapped in a small, black blanket. Getting up, I winced, my head pounding ferociously. As I got off the ground, I nearly tripped over my feet, each step becoming more and more wobbly. What happened last night? I hardly remembered what I ate for dinner; everything after that is a pure blur. There was only one image, one as clear as day: the rain, and in my hand, a bottle. From there, I stumbled to my bed, collapsing instantly, the slow grip of the reaper let in yet again, a black screen replacing my conscience.It has gotten me.
