I go to a high school called BrookRidge, it's a privet school and does not have many students as it is hard to get into.
Apparently I'm smart. Go figure.
There is also something you should know dear reader. This is a journal of my life. And I am dead, I am not a Zombie or a ghost or any other bullshit like that.
I am a Grim Reaper. Yes there are many of us. I will explain how I came to be this way and how I made a deal with the devil... Well it wasn't the devil so much as Death being rebellious.
Anyway, it was em... I no longer remember, it's been so long, it was a day, and I was going to school as usual. I didn't trust people much then, hell I still don't now! But that is besides the point, I didn't have many friends. Nobody quite liked me. Said I was a freak for carrying Canterbaerry around, but I didn't care. They didn't know.
That day we were going on a trip to the universities because they thought it would be better that we thought of college now instead of later. And I would have cared more if I knew what was going to happen that day.
You see I had overheard my friends talking about pushing me into the street when we got to the university and making it look like a suicide. I wasn't surprised. It wasn't the first time they planned my death and in fact I was surprised when I heard the voice of my best friend, the only person next to Canterbaerry that cared about me, say that the sooner they got rid of me, the sooner they'd become popular again.
I did my best to avoid them.
It turns out it didn't help much in then end, for the minute I stepped off the bus, they were trying to kill me. They almost succeed many, many times but I refused to let them get close to me, but they kept trying and the teachers turned a blind eye. But that isn't why I died.
That came next.
Stephan, my best friend, had finally chickened out at the prospect of killing me no matter how tempting it sounded, he stormed off leaving the building and walking carelessly across the street, I followed to the edge and yelled at him to come back.
He didn't listen.
The next few events played out as prefect roles for my death.
Stephan's shoe became untied and as he bent to tie it a large produce truck, not seeing Steph crouched down, came straight at him. I couldn't loose my best friend. I would be lost without him!! And with that thought I did the stupidest thing of my life, and I didn't even notice the malicious smirk on Stephan's bastard face.
"STEPHAN!!!!!" I cried, dropping Canterbaerry for the first time and running out to him.
I grabbed Stephan and I shielded him with my body, the truck collided with me and....
I died instantly.
And my soul was immediately transported to the World of the Dead, there I met face to face with Death himself.
Death grinned at me.
He looked unnaturally attractive with his long black hair, hollow eyes, and deathly pale skin.
He looked very different from me. I was only about 5'1, I had, and I do mean had as the past tense, blue eyes and black hair, that, if not held by bobby pins, would fall into my eyes. I was unfortunately feminine and Death LEERED at me.
I was strangely uncaring.
"Aziraphale Jones.... You have a very complicated name." Death said.
I was rendered speechless.
"W-What?" I mumbled, cursing at myself for not saying anything intelligent.
Death chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. Welcome to the Afterlife. You were murdered were you not?"
"No. I died protecting my friend!" I yelled, annoyed that he would think that Stephan would hurt me.
"WRONG! You died in vain stupid child! He doesn't care about you! No one did! Look!"
Death jabbed his finger at a long mirror and glared at me, I walked over to it and gaped.
I was seeing my lifeless body lying on the ground covered in blood. The man who hit me was talking frantically into his phone, calling an ambulance maybe, but Stephan was holding my body in his arms and yelling at it, but I could see the malicious glee in his eyes.
"No..." I whispered, backing away and shaking my head.
"Yes, love." Death crooned.
"No, no, NOOOO!!!"
I fell to my knees and clutched my head and cried.
"WHY!?"
"Because they don't understand you. No one did."
"Why."
"Because mortals shun what they don't understand. But I understand you Azi."
I looked up at Death, eyes watery, and tears still falling.
"How?" I asked.
"Because, I was always with you." He answered, giving a small grin.
"Ho-... C-Canterbaerry?"
"I watched you through him yes."
"How?"
"Canterbaerry is a demon I lost loooooong ago, but he took a liking to you so I let him stay."
"... ate...."
"What?"
"I...... ate.... em..."
"Speak up love I can't hear you."
"I HATE THEM!!!!!!"
Death jumped at the power in my words.
"I hate them! I hate them, I hate them I HATE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Huhuhu... I knew I was right in picking you~" Death chuckled, he grabbed my throat and brought me to his eye level.
"How would you like to exact revenge for an Eternity?" He asked.
"How?!" I questioned, blinded by my rage and thirst for revenge.
"Become one of my Reapers love, become MINE." Death crooned.
Never had an offer been so tempting. I took it.
"I accept." I growled.
"Good! Now seal it with a kiss~" Death cooed, kissing me full on the mouth before dropping me.
I spat and gagged.
Death snapped his fingers and I looked at my body, which had begun to breathe.
"What now?"
"We wait love. We wait for you to get to the hospital, and then I will stop you heart until they give up on you, then I shall restart it and your new life as a Reaper will begin.... But your body will have to be destroyed. So... When you're ready come to the top of the hospital and jump. I will catch you and bring you with me, you will gain a better body and then you can begin missions."
I nodded and watched as my body was carried away in an ambulance.
No one thought it was murder.
No one cared if it was.
And Canterbaerry was nowhere to be found.
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