Let Me In

Death is nothing like they paint it. In fact, it’s just that. Nothing. One minute you’re in this world, living. The next someone pulls the switch, and you’re gone.

He dies when he’s seventeen.

He’s walking absentmindedly, so he doesn’t realize the traffic light has already turned red. A sound of screeching brakes, a crash. And there it is. Nothing.

Eyes open, body growing cold on the asphalt as the paramedics arrive. Dead.

Then, suddenly, death loosens his grip. And he slips back to life.

Did it? Didn’t it?

(Actually happen)

He doesn’t really want to die. Not specially. It just… sort of happens. But he’s back soon from the unexpected trip. With a souvenir scar that goes from his leg to his abdomen.

He dies again when he’s twenty five.

This time, he just falls down the stairs.

Spine shattered, he goes back to nothing.

Death just spits him back.

Really? You’re not

(Kidding, right?)

The following year he finds death everywhere. On the news, on real life. It brushes past him on his way, but never touches him.

He starts growing curious.

A certain thought appears from time to time.

He pushes it back to the depths of his mind.

Is he? Isn’t he?

(gonna do it)

It eventually comes back. Always comes back.

So he starts toying with the idea. What if…?

But by then he’s thirty two, and it’s death’s turn again.

Drowned in a ship sinking incident.

That’s how his life fades again.

And then death nears a warm match to his cold body.

And he’s back on his feet.

Has he? Hasn’t he?

(yet)

He’s forty now. Forty, and just so tired.

He yearns for that nothing.

He just has to make his mind.

A bottle of pills and much, much more sleep than recommended.

This time, death lets him in.

He is. He is.

(Gone)