[ WP ] `` Death , I 'm a little busy right now ! ''

“ Death, I ’ m a little busy right now! ” I yell throwing a book in his general direction. 
 
 “ Did you hear me right? This isn ’ t exactly a choice. ” He says catching the book in an annoyed tone. 
 
 I roll my eyes and continue flipping through my textbook frantically trying to absorb as much information as possible even though it was useless at this point. 
 
 I feel my lips mouthing the words that I ’ m trying to read, understand, memorize- but it still doesn ’ t work. 
 
 “ Aren ’ t you hungry? ” he says quietly looking around the disheveled room. 
 
 I hear his murmur and think between page flips- how long has it been? Breakfast? No. Yesterday? What day is it even? 
 
 I continue flipping pages endlessly, feeling my heart beat increase, trying to do the math in my head; how many points do I need? I need an 80 or 85? 
 
 My thought process is broken by a frozen hand on my shoulder. I feel frostbite surging through my veins. 
 
 “ Wake up. ” I hear the voice say in a melancholy tone. 
 
 The hand taps my shoulder and the voice says, “ It ’ s over. ” 
 
 I turn around at once confused, who was this man in my room? Why am I so hungry? When did I last sleep? 
 
 I want to say all of these questions but all that comes out of my mouth is, “ My final is in an hour. ” 
 
 “ What day is today? ” he asks inquisitively. 
 
 My mind races, his appearance is so strange; his hair is black; his eyes, his soul. 
 
 He gives a half smile of pity, “ Your final is over. It ’ s summertime. ” 
 
 He puts his arm around me and guides me out my bedroom door. I can ’ t help but smile with his arm around me; I had worked so hard, I deserve a break. As we exit through the door, I look back to my desk; I should ’ ve hid all the Adderall bottles, but it ’ s too late now. 

