Forgotten Souls: Chapter 1

Well I'm gonna start with my series now! I am here to give you what I write.

Evelyn Errata

The bell for after break rang through the halls, waking her from her sleep in the music room. It was her favorite place to be, with the piano in the room. It wasn't a grand on, it was only a small one, but it did the job.

Her natural outfit a pair of black jeans, sneakers, a white t-shirt, and topped with a red hooded clock, which was tied in the front like a bow

It was her only defining feature, otherwise she didn't have many things that she's good at. Well, besides piano.

Sitting up, from where she was lying down on the ground. A short yawn escaped her lips, and she started to leave.

The halls had already cleared, making her late to class, but something caught her attention. On the balcony, which was used for kids who needed air, was a boy.

He was short and leaning against the railing. He wore a red, white, and black uniform. The boy had long black hair with a purple streak in it.

As if he felt her presents, he turned his head, looking at her. There was something about the boys eyes, his skin, and his expression. It looked almost dead, his skin was pale, and his expression was blank. But his eyes were what stood out. They shined a golden color, but behind them was nothing, just empty.

The railing moved down a bit, but it never broke. Even so, the boy just vanished. Walking over to the balcony, she looked around. "Am I going crazy?" She mumbled.

Placing a hand onto the railing, she looked down, and at the moment everything changed. The railing collapsed under her, and she fell.

It was fast, but felt like am eternity. One scream was all that she could let out as she hit the ground. It didn't hurt, she blacked out the moment she hit the ground.

When she "awoke" seconds later, she could see her own body. It was horrifying. Looking around she saw the same boy appear with a hand on her body. But he disappeared in a minute.

A pair of wings could be heard, making her jump. Turning around, she saw a man, around his 30's, in a black cloak. He had tanned skin and green eyes. His hair was unkempt and jet black.

"What's... Going on?" Her voiced seemed to echo, but it had a smooth and slightly deep sound then before. The guy just looked at her, then nodded, grabbing her hand.

It was in a second, but still surprised her. The man had pulled her on top of a building allowing her to see the scene of her body as people folded to see it.

Seeing a smile, though it was weak and forced, the man smiles. "I'm the Grim Reaper."