Death Knows My Name (Memory Keepers) - Plot & Excerpts
I did. I couldn’t help it. I stood in front of someone who called himself Death and I laughed. I guess you could say I was laughing in the face of Death. The thought made me laugh even harder. Mr. Death moved and I skittered away. “Stay the hell away from me. I mean it!” I held my hand up. It was trembling so I yanked it back down. “Don’t come any closer, please.” He stopped. He exhaled heavily and guilt ripped through me for causing the expression. “Let me explain—” “I get it.” His movement allowed me to see him better, specifically the tattoos that swirled artistically over half his face. But it didn’t matter. I knew them. I had known them since the first time I had seen them. I was sixteen years old. “I get it. You,” I started once more. “It was YOU. Over and over again, it was you. Only now you told me your name.” He started for me again but I stopped him with a hand.
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