The Main Character

I’m getting tired of this… But of course I am, it’s been about two hundred fucking years and I’m still here, as expected, living forever, just as I assumed I would.

It was about fifty years ago when I started to regret my master plan, it all seemed so simple; live forever! Never die! What an amazing concept; Immortality, and all for me…

Yeah, right…

I didn’t expect that everyone else would become immortal too, the media were quick to hit the panic button; overflowing hospitals, mortally wounded people, murder victims… no one can die.

They found out pretty early that humanity was locked in an undying curse, yet we kept reproducing, kept spreading, kept creating other undying humans… And all because of me, me and my stupid plan to live forever.

I thought by doing what I did I’d stop aging, guess I didn’t think that through…

I’m not sure of my age now but it would have to be close to two hundred, two hundred and fifty, who fucking cares, everything hurts, like I said; I, we, can’t die, but we didn’t stop aging.

I’ve finally worked up the courage to fix this, today is the day, I’ve been ready to die for so long, but I’ve been so afraid to.

People thought I was mad before all this, but I was right; Death, The Ferryman, Charon, The Grim Reaper, is real. I know, I’m staring at him as I write this.

I always believed that in ones final moments Death appeared before them to take ones soul to the other side, I was right, and I was ready, I captured him before he could take me, I didn’t want to die.

I didn’t realize that my actions would prevent all of humanity from dying but it make sense. Now it’s time to set him free, time for Death to get back to work, to bring some balance back to this overpopulated hell hole, he’s gonna be busy.

He’s staring at me, he has been for two hundred years, those lifeless eyes glaring at me from under that hood, time to do what I have to do, immortality was a mistake.

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I shouldn’t be surprised, I’m such a fool, the moment I deactivated Death’s bonds he vanished, phased out of existence, and just like for the last two hundred years, he didn’t utter a single word.

The media are reporting it, people are rejoicing. Those long past their expiration date are dropping like flys, billions upon billions finally being allowed to find eternal rest…

Except me.

I should have assumed death was vengeful, I crossed him, I robbed him of his one purpose, like I said; the moment I freed him he vanished, leaving me behind, refusing to take me.

That was a week ago, death has abandoned me, I can’t die, I can’t rest… what the hell was I thinking.

Death won’t take me.