[ WP ] Death is looking for you , but you try to convince Death that you are not the person Death is searching for .

I met death in a dream until his bone fingers pulled me back into the reality of my room. 
 
 From underneath the hood the massive skeleton said, “ Your time has come, boy. ” 
 
 The fear froze me faster than the cold that accompanied his presence. My strength sapped within moments and I knew that I would soon lose my body. My arms were limp at my sides but with a last surge of strength I pulled my hand up to my crotch and started scratching. 
 
 “ It ’ s cold in here, ” I said as I looked at the cloud coming from my mouth. I walked to the thermostat pulling away from his icy grip without giving him notice. Before leaving the room I turned the heat on high. 
 
 “ Ahh, ” I said rubbing my hands together, “ Much better. ” Death was still in the room. 
 
 I just walked away from Death but I knew that I could not escape Death simply by running away so I continued my morning routine. I was in front of my toilet when my bathroom disappeared and I was surrounded by darkness. 
 
 “ You think you can walk away from Me? ” the voice said. 
 
 I started to look towards the voice but I was able to catch myself and closed my eyes as I started to crack my neck. Next I let the piss stream out of me to where the toilet would be and I heard the splashing of the water. 
 
 “ You think seeing your dick bothers Me? ” 
 
 I was still in my apartment. I had walked through my apartment countless times so I walked on memories through the darkness. 
 
 I stopped reaching at the darkness for an instant when Death yelled, “ Hey, ” but I kept my resolve and turned the faucet on. “ Almost had you there. ” Death said. 
 
 I was still in darkness when he appeared in front of me but I just turned to the right and entered what would be my kitchen. 
 
 “ Dude, ” He said, “ Stop ignoring me. ” 
 
 I kept ignoring him and hoped for what I had in my hand to be a bag of bread. This was my bread and I got out two pieces to put on the counter. I kept all my jars of ingredients on same shelf so I had no idea where my peanut butter and jelly would be. One of the jars was sticky so I knew it was the jelly but the other jar I grabbed on faith. 
 
 “ Really? ” Death said, “ That combination? ” but I just kept continuing with making my sandwich. 
 
 “ No wonder I had to come for you so soon. ” 
 
 The knife was easy to find so I spread what was in both jars onto the bread without being able to see what I was doing. I felt for both pieces of bread and put them together when Death started to whisper in my ear. 
 
 “ Hey, can you hear me. Hey, stop ignoring me. Hey. Hey. Hey. You there? I ’ m right here. ” With each comment he tapped on my shoulder and I took chomps on my sandwich so strong that my teeth crashed against each other. 
 
 With the sandwich in hand I walked to where my couch would be and I sat down. I stared to where my TV would be but then he appeared again right in front of me. 
 
 “ Enough of the bullshit. ” Death said and the darkness disappeared but now his bony grip was around my neck. 
 
 “ Your time is up. ” Death gazed into my eyes with nothing but an infinite darkness for me to look back at and said, “ Now. ” 
 
 “ Wait, ” I said in a mumble with his hand around my throat. 
 
 Death ’ s hand loosened. 
 
 “ Are you sure you have the right person. ” I said. 
 
 “ Yes. ” 
 
 “ But how do you know. ” I said. 
 
 “ Trust me, I know. ” 
 
 “ Then what ’ s my name? ” 
 
 “ Casey. ” Death said. 
 
 “ Anyone can be named Casey. ” I said. 
 
 Death sighed. “ You ’ re Casey Bardsley. Age 25. Son to Quinn and Haylee Bardsley. Virgin, never had a girlfriend and didn ’ t have your first kiss until a few months ago. 
 
 “ No, that doesn ’ t sound like me. ” I said knowing full well that this was me, “ and sounds like a made up story if you ask me. ” 
 
 I stood up from my couch and patted Death on the shoulder. “ Sorry you have the wrong guy, ” I said, “ but my morning is free, so I can help you find the guy if you need my help. ” 
 
 Death had no facial expressions but I could tell that he was upset. Tears started to roll down the skull face and as more of them dropped, Death ’ s figure changed. Death was no longer the hooded skeleton but now what appeared to be a crying middle aged man. The man still had no eyes and I held my arm around the crying Death to comfort him but his fit continued. 
 
 “ I apologize, sir. ” Death said in between cries, “ I ’ m still new at this. ” Death pulled his hands up to his face, “ Oh God, I ’ m gon na be fired. ” 
 
 “ Hey man, it ’ s all good, ” I said as I patted his back to calm him down. “ I won ’ t tell, if you don ’ t ” 
 
 With this Death smiled at me. “ You ’ d do that? ” 
 
 “ Dude, I got you. ” 
 
 Death ’ s crying seemed to stop. “ You did take it pretty well, ” he said laughing, “ You should ’ ve seen the lady before you. ” 
 
 “ Trust me, I was scared. ” 
 
 Death smiled, “ So you ’ re not Casey. ” 
 
 “ Nope. Not me. ” I said with a wink. 
 
 “ Did you just wink? ” 
 
 “ No. Of course not. ” I said and winked again. 
 
 “ Again. You did it again! ” 
 
 “ Dude, comeon, you don ’ t even have any eyes. ” I argued. “ How could you see me do anything? ” 
 
 Death changed back from the middle aged man and I pulled my arm away from him. 
 
 “ Trust me, I ’ m not Casey, ” I said as I took steps away from him, “ let me get my ID and I ’ ll show you. ” 
 
 “ You mean this one? ” Death said as he pulled my ID from his black cloak and images of me from all ages started to circle around me. 
 
 “ That ’ s not me. ” I said and I started running from Death. 
 
 Running was the last thing that I wanted to do but as I was bolting down the hallway I was back in the darkness again. I lost track of where I was running in the darkness but soon I found out I was at a wall when I smacked my body against it. My mind was fading to black as I laid on the floor with Death standing over me. 

