Click and thats it.

My heart skips a beat as glare into the mirror.

“who am i-i clear the water from my eyes- Like actually. I dont know my make my model a-am-am -i stutter-Who am i?”

My inner monologue, kickstarts us off for the morning,and today, seems like the type of day where, im quite fond of my glorious burden.

Evil i feel.

I shake off the water that drips down my neck, It leaves a trail down, onto my collarbone. Where it finds its ends meet -It shrivels up and dies-

The fibres on the towel scratch through every section of my hair. Its time.

My mind wonders; like a kid lost in a supermarket. I start to buckle up my leather belt as i find myself sorting out whom, is out of time today. -My finger gets jammed in the buckle-

“motherfuc-“

My watch stares at me from the other side of the room. -It holds information, of those who breathe; the polluted air of the sick- But it doesn’t exactly make it easy on the targets; the deer. Im the headlights. Unfortunately.

I put on my specially made coat. Etched patterns in brown suede, Pockets that can hold a thousand stories and silver stones, for those in need. Because not only does one take the souls of living, one gives to those in need as i see auras of those who genuinely need to beg plead. Thats the reality.

Todays im specifically looking to obtain the very merry soul of someone whom like to speak ill of fae. This archetype is very passionate yet so sinister within their games. When your around it may have you questioning what you are saying around them.

I walk outside to see the various birds scattered over the yards of neighbouring houses. Bees in the lawns of hearts that do not wish ill of the native plants.

Down to the bus-stop i go. A skip in every step gets me there just a bit quicker. I make the bus.

As i ride the bus i see countless souls roaming the plains of different sectors of every side of the die.If you roll and land on 1 you better hope your sorry arse youve got a backup plan. Some streets are not to be roamed upon. -BRRZZZ- “But today is a different day.”

The tips of my fingers, enter my bag of truth. There lies a set of dice. Roll for your fate child. Okay sorry that just some of my inner monologue lol.

Every side carved with a sapphire crystal, grinded til smooth and placed upon a bed of purple velvet. (I treasure these like my child)

*kisses dice*

In the past these dice have come in handy until there was this, one moment. I see you. I see her standing there with the waves of her hair, standing tall and proud. -Tears start to pool within my sockets-

I remember the way she squints when she laughs.

“Better not” I scuff out loud.

Ripples; like a lightning strike down my spine, crawl and tingle its way out from in.

-BEEEP-

“Fucking on the road godamn it” I mumble under my breathe -i wave down the car that beeped at me in apologies; as i forgot where i was for a second there-

This job is stressful man you have absolutely no idea what its like. No idea. No eyed deer? Huh? Get it?

Anyways.

God i need to stop talking to myself as if someone is there to hear what i have to say… In my head.

“Blah Blah Blah Bleep Blop Blerp” -I try to distract myself from the inner chatter that wont stop playing over, and over and over again-

An incoming message from the hunger gods. Permeanting the corners of glass walls, an aroma so sweet an intriguing, it sparks creativity inside your olfactory bulb. A rush of adrenaline surges through my veins, i head towards the smell vigorously.

I stumble inside this takeaway shop, (i was unaware of the step) its old fashioned so its very instagramable, not my thing personally but you do you boo. The red and yellow leather seats make out the wear and tear from all the years and all the generations, taking a seat.

The beige napkins at the counter and white near the exit… “Why?”

Looking at the menu has me confused as shit so i think ill spice this up and let someone elses fate decide.

“Hello there” -i reach out my hand after taking my silky black gloves off.

He reaches out and shoves my hand away.

“Fair play. Now what is it that you truly desire… From the menu of course. “ -I say this as his body language has changed to that typical cis white male superiority complex stance-

“Look i honestly was trying to spice things up today and try to play off my uh-“ - I find myself speaking out loud about the one thing i was never supposed to talk about. (My job on earth)-

Now im just stuck in this freeze frame of a position and im looking everywhere i possibly can but this dudes eyes because i can tell he thinks im a bloody fool…

“If you want something new to try, id suggest you try out the Oregen Oregano Onion recipe Range. “

“Ill get that thank you.”

Straight after i finish my sentence a different aroma trickles past the window im walking towards. Cigarettes.

He giggles.

“BINGO!” -My lungs involuntarily burst out.

Geez i hate this job.

Not only does it make my objectives REALLY apparent to those around me… It also makes it really hard for me to have connections.

I grab my receipt and sit away from the crowd.

“Order #108!”

I glance down at the watch as im trying to figure out what places have designed smokers spots. Theres not a lot around these parts.

“Order #34!”

I quickly look up as i swear the orders were in the hundreds… Maybe im finally loosing it. Wait hang on ive crossed over some borders, let me look up some laws.

-I grab my phone out and search the laws for the state im in-

“Oohhhh wait what that makes no sense.”

Accroding to the newly placed laws in state 303826190 Fast food restaurants will serve your food to you in the order of your status within this state.

“fuck.” -i slam my face into the boarded table and wood chips flake off and hit my shoes; eyes are now glued onto me-

“HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT A LOSER!” -the smell of cigarettes has coated my lungs thick like custard.

As i cough, all that once coated thee lungs, cease to exist and my body jolts up. All the forces that once i could contain, splurg out swords of crimson and dust of poison. I fling arrows into the walls to restrain ones sins. Below, the feet of the grim reaper and under thou that sinned, a podium like structure lifts, he who laughed, up to the ground floor to hell.

“Bingo!”

“Hiya! Nice too meet ya! Im sure you may of heard of who i am and what my job here is but uh- lets get this over with so please. Tell me what is it that haunts you at night?”

-A pale, etched almost-glass-like face stares back at me.

“Oh yes sorry to be so harsh but ya know what youve been doing hasn’t been the way of life ya know? Are you ready to face the mirror of the dead?”

-I pull out a mirror from my bag and place it in the hands of his.

The room starts trembling and the sound of cutlery tinging together rings in my ears. Although time is frozen, the energy is still flowing, therefore leaving whatever happens here for the other realm of people to clean up…

A swirl of energy consumes more and more space in front of me -almost like if gluttony were an entity.

“i havent seen anything like this before”

The swirl grows and triples in size in minutes, i have to start stepping back as im afraid of being pulled into this black-hole like energy.

“Was i wrong?”

-I start ruminating on every single thing that happened today, playing back every part.

tbc….