'Still scared?'
Asked she,
Leaning to the seat.
I sat there still,
Breathing mildly;
It was no more
Essential
To breathe
For my survival.
But, I just can't cease
What I had practiced
For decades.

'C'mon, bro,'
She nudged my shoulder.
'Friends?'
She extemed her hand
For a handshake.
Still, I sat still.
'Oh! Conceit of being dead!'
Exclaimed she,
Drastically dramatic.
I frowned at her.
'Hi,'
She again extended her hand.
'I am Pearl.'
'Uh?
So who is Death?'
'Hahaha!
No one is Death.
I am only a messenger of death,'
She smiled,
A lovely cute curve.
I don't know how,
But my cheeks too
Gave way for a curve.
'One of those
Millions and millions
Of messengers, dude,'
Said she.

We shook hands.

Slowly, yet suddenly,
We became friends.

'What happened to me?'
Asked I.
'Death,'
Said she.
'How?
I am too young for that?'
'Not for an accident.
A road accident.
A planned road accident.'
'Planned?!!'
'Yea,
Someone killed you, bro.'
'Bu-but why?'

She took a deep breath
From that gushing air.

So, why? Why was I killed? And, why is Pearl talking like this? What is actually happening? She is lying to do me something, I guess. Is she?

More chapters to come!!!

Dears,
Even Idk what's next. Everything happens in my mind as I write things. Omg, where is this going to??