My Grave(rachel) The cemetery had the classic rainy scene of sadness. Everyone I had ever known or even met was there. The only thing I didn’t know was who the grave was for. You see, I was standing in front of an open grave. There was a coffin in it, and it too was open. Out of nowhere, a little girl popped out. She was bright with blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a cute frilly, black dress.

“Hello little girl. You know, this isn’t a place for small children like yourself to be here.” I said.

“Oh, don’t worry, this is my home!”

“Where is your house?” I said, slightly taken aback.

“Here.” She said, pointing to the open grave. Now I was completely in a state of shock.

“You…you live in a grave!!?? Wait, does that mean that, this is your grave? That you’re dead? If so, why am I here? And everyone I know? You are the only one I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense!”

The girl giggled. “That’s because you’re wrong, silly! This isn’t my grave, but I technically am dead.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“My name, in your language, is death. The grim reaper.”

“I was always told that the grim reaper was much more-scarier.”

“Yeah, it is true that those scary images are my true form, but I prefer something innocent to mess with my victims’ minds.” Death said in a deeper voice.

“So, this grave, then, is mine?”

“Bingo!” Death responded with his higher pitched little girl voice. “I dug it out and everything! You like it? Well, you were the one who made the coffin though…”

“When, and how, did I make the coffin?”

“You created it when you fell into despair. All coffins are made like this. Coffins are a reflection of you. As you see, yours is black. You died without doing a thing.”

“But I’m still very young!”

“And yet you’re dead. So in you go.” Death began to yank my arm.

“But-but-!”

“You were the one who wished for this, are you not?”

“That was-“

“Stop complaining! Too late now!” Death heaved me closer to the open grave. Then I stopped.

“No. You’re wrong. I didn’t want this! My life may have been a mess, but it wasn’t over. If it was, wouldn’t I already be in there? I still have hope.” I spoke with confidence. Death let go of my arm, and backed away.

“You can’t do this. I own you!” He yelled in rage. The cemetery started to crumble around us.

“No, no!! I dug this place! This is MY home!” Death screamed, holding his head in pain.

“Then I will leave.” I said calmly, and I pushed death into the open grave.

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