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

    "Kill a man, and tu are an assassin. Kill hundreds of men, and tu are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and tu 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 día 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 siguiente with myself this early in the day.
    "Hey," Holly, the girl I don't really know well, and yet don't like, dicho to me with a smile.
    "Hi."
    "You okay?" She asked. "You seem like tu don't know what to do."
    "Well, tu got me." I dicho nervously, and she laughed.
    "Well I can't help tu 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 cereza, cerezo 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 tu feeling?" I sat por 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 tu in my arms." He dicho 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 amor 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 tu 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 por 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 tu can do what tu want when tu are dead. She turned back to Haus, and he told me that tu would kill me. I asked him how, and he dicho the only way tu can. I don't know what that means, o if it's just a dream."
    "Cyd." I looked at him. "It was just a dream."
    "Are tu sure?" I asked him. "Is there anything tu 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.