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In many ways my job is easy. There is no risk and I enjoy my time spent people watching. It's not a hard job. I walk and then I pick up a few guests along the way. The worst part of my job is the attention, or lack of attention. I walk through a big crowd of angry teenagers and I don't even get a glance. I have a lot of time to think when buisness is low. I'll walk all day long dreaming of the day somebody looks at me. Even if it's a glare or a blank, meaningless stare, I long for it. All I get when I pass by is the cold shiver of my heart.
I like to describe my job as a transporter. I simply take people from earth to their designated afterlife location. It could also be simply put as death or the grim reaper. However, I don't like those terms. I'm not evil at all. I don't kill the people I transport. I just pick them up when I see their faint glow of color in my black and white vision. Sometimes the hardest part of being who I am is seeing someone's face as they watch their loved one leave the earth and move on. I have torn apart many relationships by picking one up and leaving the other. Sometimes I even come back to pay the other person a visit.
I don't think of humans as much of anything. Most of the people I pick up are criminals who throw away their lives. Sometimes I pick those people up first. Even if they aren't dying. How can I resist? I would much rather pick up hundreds of criminals and send them to hell than pick up decent and nice people who have cancer. Humans are trashing the world, killing nature, and killing others. It's gotten worse as the years go by. I've lost my faith in humans. I don't care about their emotions anymore. I figure they don't really care for the person they 'love'. I thought I would ever find a decent human in the world for so long. They would seem nice and then when I followed them, they would do something terrible. Was it me? Am I really evil? I can't be! Even if I didn't follow them I would hear of them. A woman who's husband just died would sleep with someone else the same day. It couldn't be me. It was the humans. They are born evil and they don't change.
My thoughts changed when I met a very interesting girl. She had fallen in love with a boy and I had to collect him. I remember it as if it was only a minute ago, but it had happened over 20 years ago. I took her everything, her love, her perfect match, I broke her heart, and all she did was stare at mine. My empty heart, my soul, just me. She was the first one who ever looked at me. I can remember her watery eyes all too clearly. Piercing green the color of lime blocked by her salty tears which were caused by me. Her eyes have been in the back of my dusty skull for too long. I've decided to pay her a visit. To check up on her. How bad did I mess her up? Has she changed? Will she be on my list? Will I see a faint glow of color soon? I have to know, so I'm leaving immediatly.