Don't act like you're going to live for a thousand years.

Life is difficult, after all it is what eventually kills you. If life wasn't a rollercoaster then it wouldn’t kill you and then perhaps you could act (as mentioned above) as if you were going to live for a thousand years. But again; that's highly unlikely, I'll probably be paying you a visit before you reach 110 years, trust me: I visit everyone.

The trouble is that you think you have plenty of time.

They say that Death is evil. They say that Death is unforgiving and purposely picks you off the shelf and decides to cause excruciating pain before the soul is ripped from you and cast away like dirt. Death apparently approaches silently and takes what isn't his. He wears all black and carries a scythe.

I feel slightly offended by these perceptions of me.

You must know that I am none of these things other than a painful truth.

When you think about it Death is not unforgiving, Death is not painful and almost certainly doesn’t cause excruciating pain. Dying is unforgiving and painful and rips your soul from the body that used to stand proudly on the Earth; I like to think that I am fair and peaceful, almost sobering (unlike Evil). Also, black clothes do not suit me: I prefer to follow the current attempt of human fashion, and my favourite colour is grey by the way. The Victorian ages were a fun time for fashion; I wore the wigs, the huge dresses and painted moles onto my face, although I was very busy; you know disease and poverty meant that I didn’t put my feet up for a good 64 years. I suppose that there's a drawback to everything.
One last thing too: whoever said that Death was a guy? Because I'm pretty sure that she isn't. Sorry, there I go again talking about myself in third person: please forgive me.

I do not take what isn't mine, I simply carry those who's colours have faded.

Life and death are both an endless mixing bowl of colours, able to change and manipulate. But when I talk about the colour of someone I do not mean their eye, skin, or hair colour. No. I am talking about them. The colour behind their eyes. The colour that makes them who they are; determines how they act towards others and how they view life. Colours are beautiful, yes you just heard Death herself admit that colours are beautiful; chocolate skies, ice cream topped mountains, pink and blue cut into the sky as the sun waves goodbye. I've carried souls when the sky has been a burning amber, a peaceful black or a blinding white but one thing often saddens me, if I am early (too early) I may catch a person just as they are dying and then I have to watch the colour behind their eyes fade away to nothing; as if the person never existed.

I've seen many colours behind the eyes of people, the white of innocence usually blossoms behind the eyes of children until they grow; very few adults have the colour of Antarctica behind their eyes. That’s because people change, if a human is with another human then their colours often mix, for example: someone who is happy (yellow) is in love with someone who is innocent (white) then after a while the colours behind their eyes would begin to change into a sickly light yellow. It is rare for a human to belong to just one colour but I have seen it though they pose no threat to me. Only someone with pure grey behind their eyes can defeat me: a mixture of evil (black) and innocence (white) can be the one to defeat and overthrow death. I must never let this happen because there has never been the world without death? What would it be like?

Overpopulated.
That's what a world without me would be like.

Another important fact: living humans cannot see me, unless I decide that they for some reason need to and I always take my human form.

And I like to think that I am more civilised than the human race.
I must say that work nowadays is not as difficult as it was. The An Lushan Rebellion had me with my arms overflowing with saddened souls, 1381 in England with the peasants revolt also required overtime as did 1914-1918 and 1939-1945. Other times have been when humans have thought that their flag was big enough to cover up the bodies of all the innocent people that they killed.

Would it be strange for me to say that humans sometimes scare me?

Their idea of peace and civilisation. They started beating each other to death with their hands and then rocks. Then they used swords and arrows, and in this moment of time they are firing bullets and dropping nuclear bombs on each other. I mean, are they any better than me? Does their increasing ability to kill one another in masses make them more civilised?

But how can I say that when I am sat here? Wondering how I could put two people in so much pain, I didn’t mean to Frank; I'm so sorry. I see that a man with long red hair falling in front of his tear stained eyes is gripping a tattooed hand which lays limply in a hospital bed; the face expressionless and a heart rate struggling on. I'm sorry Frank, death is a part of life but this is unnatural, I didn’t mean to. If the monitor stops then for the first time in history: Death would be a murderer. So I sit and wait; hidden in the corner with my breaths silent, hoping that his eyes will open soon.

I need to explain to him; I need to apologise. I need to let him know that what happened when he was a child was not my fault.

You're probably wondering how I ended up sat in a hospital watching tears runs down a young red haired (once innocent) man's face, simply hoping that the motionless figure at his side would wake up.

Well; it's a long story- I hope that you think that you have enough time.

Notes

Hello again! I'm back with another fanfic because I'm trash, bored and had a weird idea. YAY!
Thank you very much for reading though, this story is gunna be a bit weird (kinda because it's narrated by death and lots of other shiz!) but yeah...the only warnings I know are going to be in this story is that: it's going to talk about death a lot and at the beginning (when we meet frank: in about chapter 3) there's going to be lots of swearing. so yeah...I hope this didn't waste any of your time. :)
-lou
(will be updated at least every Friday...hopefully.)