Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[TWENTY-FOUR]

    "Kill a man, and آپ are an assassin. Kill hundreds of men, and آپ are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and آپ are a god." -Jean Rostand
    Okay, so if that quote means if I kill one man, I'm an assassin, and if I kill hundreds of men, I'm a conqueror, and if I kill everyone then I'm a god, then that means that everyone are pawns in a huge game of Chess. Right now, I'm a pawn in the relationship game, and also in the new life I was handed that دن in the grocery store. I don't know what to do now that I'm on my own, which is strange because I've known how to take care of myself since age twelve, and now, as I stand in the middle of the room, watching the others all have their fun, I don't know what to do. I'm glued to the ground, stuck in this position, wondering what to do اگلے with myself this early in the day.
    "Hey," Holly, the girl I don't really know well, and yet don't like, کہا to me with a smile.
    "Hi."
    "You okay?" She asked. "You seem like آپ don't know what to do."
    "Well, آپ got me." I کہا nervously, and she laughed.
    "Well I can't help آپ there, I got watch-guard duty in five. Sorry." She patted my arm, and walked away.
    I turned on my heel, went back to Jerek's room, and shut the door, throwing myself onto the bed, and going back to sleep.
    When I woke up, it was noon, and my stomach was yelling at me to eat. I sat up, and went to the kitchen, grabbing a چیری, آلو بالو flavored pop-tart, and a glass of water, heading back to the bedroom. When I got back, Jerek was there, sitting in bed, shirtless and staring at the floor.
    "Hey." I said, and walked over to him. "Hungry?"
    "Hey," He looked at me, and then my pop-tart. "No thanks."
    "Alright. Well uh, how are آپ feeling?" I sat سے طرف کی him, putting the water on the nightstand.
    "I'm fine. I just need rest that's all."
    "Well, want me to kiss it and make it better?" I asked teasingly and he laughed.
    "No, I'll be fine. I just need rest." He kissed my cheek, and then laid down behind me. "So, how are you?"
    "I'm fine. Hungry, but fine."
    "I woke up to آپ in my arms." He کہا randomly, and I felt my cheeks hotten, and I was glad my back was to him so he couldn't see.
    "And?" I asked.
    "I liked it." I could hear the smile in his voice. "It's nice to see that the woman I love first thing in the morning."
    "Yea, well..." I trailed off.
    Then my dream popped up into my head. Well, Haus and his words did anyways. 'By hurting آپ the only way he can."
    "Jerek, we need to talk." I said, and I turned to face him.
    "About?"
    "Last night. I had a dream, and we need to talk."
    "Okay, well, explain your dream." He said, and I put the pop-tart on the nightstand سے طرف کی the water.
    "Alright, well, in my dream, I woke up at midnight, and Haus walked into the room. He told me that death is great, and then he turned into Vi. She told me that Death has no limits, and that آپ can do what آپ want when آپ are dead. She turned back to Haus, and he told me that آپ would kill me. I asked him how, and he کہا the only way آپ can. I don't know what that means, یا if it's just a dream."
    "Cyd." I looked at him. "It was just a dream."
    "Are آپ sure?" I asked him. "Is there anything آپ need to tell me?"
    "Cyd," He smiled, and put a hand on my leg. "It was just a dream. Trust me."
    "Alright." I answered, and even as I dropped the subject, and started eating my pop-tart, I had a feeling in my gut that Haus was right, and that Jerek was wrong.