[ WP ] You begin to have the sneaking suspicion that Death *likes* you

I met him when I was 16. My friends and I had been out partying. Alcohol had been involved. You've been through enough `` Do n't drink and drive'' lectures to know what happened. My boyfriend died on impact. My best friend died in the hospital, and her sister that tagged along last minute never walked again. I should have died. My neck was broken, I should have at least been paralyzed, right? 
 For some reason, the boy I saw take my friends let me go. Told me he did n't want to take me, he wanted to *earn* me. I did n't know what that meant at the time, but I do now. 
 He does n't play fair, Death, I mean. For the last two years since the accident I have n't had a steady boyfriend. It's hard to when they keep getting hurt. 
 He leaves me black roses every night at midnight, like clockwork. Ravens congregate around me if I stay outside for too long. Stray black cats bring me little dead things every once in awhile. 
 I get the feeling he's getting frustrated with my ignoring his advances. I was diagnosed with cancer today. I suppose Death and I will have our second date in about six months.
