Death was a big part of my life. Always seeing my family members and friends appear in my life, and all of a sudden they were gone.
People used to tell me that before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. I always believed that it was true. Now I know it's true.
Before my death, I was a 26 year old police officer with a husband and no kids. We've been married for about three years. My husband and I met in college and before I knew it, we fell in love.
We got married the day after we graduated. We moved to our dream house and applied for our dream jobs.
I knew that my family didn't approve of me becoming a police officer, but that didn't stop me. I knew why they disapproved of my job.
They didn't like the fact that I put my life on the line to save others. It was part of my job and part of what I wanted to do.
They were afraid of losing their daughter, their sister, their beloved family member.
But the fear of dying shouldn't hold people back from what they want to do. Death should teach us to live our life to the fullest instead of hiding in fear.
Before my death, I was living a happy life with my husband and doing well with my job. That was my life everyday. Get up early, go to work, finish work, head home and be with my husband.
My husband ran a bakery and so he brought a lot of food home that he would make. But most of the time he does everything around the house while I’m gone. I worked longer hours than him.
Sometimes I didn’t even go home and fell asleep at my office. My husband would come pick me up and take me home. I was super lucky to have him in my life.
Always looking out for me whenever he could. He was that kind of man. Still is, in a way. I lived a happy life until that day.
The day where my life was wrongfully taken away.
On that day, I got a distress call at four in the morning, "There's a serious hostage situation on 13th street inside an empire building! You and Officer Jackson must go to the 18th floor!"
"Got it! Officer Jackson and I will be there immediately!" I said. I got out of bed and put on my uniform. My husband looked at me sleepily, "You have to go?" he asked.
"Yes. It's very important. There's a hostage situation," I said.
"Be safe my darling," he said.
"I promise," I said.
"Maybe when you get back, after a nice meal, maybe I can poke around your crawlspace in the bedroom?" he said. It also sounded like he was asking too.
"Maybe if I'm not so tired," I said as I kissed him on the lips. We always talked about having kids. But both of our careers has kept us busy.
But we were still finding a way to keep our careers and have a family.
We always thought that having three kids would be the perfect number for us. My husband wanted a daughter and I wanted a son for various reasons.
But we would both be happy with either one since it was our children that we were talking about.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too. Remember the promise a few seconds ago," he said.
"I know," I said as I left the room. Little did I know that promise wasn't going to be kept. Death was waiting for me at the empire building.
Officer Jackson picked me up at my house and we both headed towards that specific empire building, "How's the husband?" asked Officer Jackson.
"He's doing fine as usual. How's the wife?" I asked.
"She's a thorn in my side. But I still love her," said Officer Jackson.
"That's good to know. You ready to take this on?" I asked.
"Yes," said Officer Jackson. He was a very fast driver when in those kind of urgent situations. We parked on the other side of the road and got out of the car.
Many other police officers and firefighters are here too.
Officer Jackson and I immediately went inside the building and up to the 18th floor. I took a few deep breaths. I didn't know why I was so nervous.
I've handled these kind of situations before, so why was I nervous about this one?
My partner noticed my nervousness, "It's okay Officer Holtzman. It'll be over quickly before you know it," said Officer Jackson.
"Thank you," I sighed.
We got into the 18th floor ready and armed, "Put your hands up!" said Officer Jackson in the loudest voice possible.
There were three shooters. Two of them were about to shoot us, but I stopped them by shooting them in the legs or arms.
Then I shot their guns away from them, "You two have a whole lot of nerve coming here by yourselves," said the one shooter I didn't shoot.
"It's our job to have this kind of nerve. Now put down your gun!" said Officer Jackson.
"Shoot me and I'll shoot this woman," he said as he pointed his gun at a nearby terrified Hispanic female worker.
Officer Jackson and I slowly put down our guns to show that we didn't want her to be hurt or anybody else. There were kids here, "Good. Now come over here," he said.
We walked towards the shooter with our hands up, "Now turn around and kneel." We turned away from the shooter and knelt like he told us to, "Any last words?"
"Yeah, we're not just some stupid police officers!" said Officer Jackson as I kicked the shooter with a back sidekick. I caught the flying gun as Officer Jackson pinned the shooter down.
I took out my dispatcher, "The hostage situation is handled. I request more police officers to come up here and escort these poor people to safety," I said.
"Yes Officer Holtzman."
I was happy that this hostage situation was over. Now I can head back to my house and see my husband right?
Well you thought wrong.
After five or six police officers that arrived, the pinned shooter pushed Officer Jackson back hard and knocked the wind out of him. But he recovered pretty quick.
He grabbed his gun and pointed it a little girl. Probably was ten or eleven years old, "No!" cried a woman from the other side of the room. It must have been her mother.
I ran towards the little girl and I shielded her with my body. I was shot multiple times. In the stomach, the chest and in the head.
"No!" screamed Officer Jackson as he tackled down the shooter. Officer Jackson grabbed his gun and shot him in the head. Then he caught my fall before I hit the ground.
I was bleeding to death very quickly.
"Can you hear me?!?" asked Officer Jackson.
"Yes," I said as blood is dripping out of my mouth. In the background, I heard other police officers calling for an ambulance.
"Keep your eyes on me. Do not close your eyes, do you understand?!" said Officer Jackson.
"Yes," I said.
He kept telling me countless times to keep my eyes open. Standing in front of us was a very pale, green eyed, brown haired man dressed in all black clothes, and had black wings.
I knew that the man was Death. I wasn't afraid of Death. I looked at Officer Jackson, "I'm sorry...tell Klaus that I love him and that I'm sorry. My time is up," I said.
"No, no, no! Please don't go towards the light! You have to stay!" begged Officer Jackson.
The man reached for my hand and it felt like I was gently pulled out of my body. The pain was gone. I was standing with Death.
I looked at Officer Jackson who was in tears and my now limp and lifeless body. At least he'll pass my final words to my husband.
I looked at Death, "Where do I go? Heaven or Hell?" I asked.
"Neither of those," said Death.
"Where do I go to then if I don't have a place?" I asked.
He snapped his fingers and we were now in a black area but with a throne. One ray of light was beaming on the both of us, "Here. I'm making you my messenger," said Death.
"What? Why me?" I asked.
"You grew up in a family that feared death and you didn't. You still don't fear me now. You know how to deal with paranoid people.
You're the least scariest and the most skilled and intelligent for this job. Billions of people fears me, but they won't fear you.
That's why you're perfect for this job, and that's why I need you," explained Death.
"Okay, what is my job?" I asked.
"Your job is to do the same thing that I did with you before you died. Help them transition to the afterlife. Help the good ones go peacefully.
I'll deal with the bad ones and the easy ones," said Death.
"That doesn't sound too hard. But there's so many people dying everyday. How do I get to all of them?" I asked.
"Good question. I'm assigning special cases to you of where people have escaped me countless times and is in hiding. The ones who fears me the most," said Death.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. I looked at Death, "Okay. I'll take the job. When do I start?" I asked.
He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden my bloody clothes became new. But also with a few small changes. I had my police uniform jacket but with no badges and patches.
It was like a slate wiped clean. Just dark blue clothes, no cap, a black leather belt, and black leather shoes.
On my right wrist is a black metal watch--similar to the Apple watch, "This watch will give you the person's name, everything you need to know about the person,
and the timer of when they'll die," said Death.
"Um..thank you," I said.
"You'll start your first case soon," said Death.
"Okay," I said.
Everything happened so fast. But I knew I was prepared to take on this job. This job was made for me and I shall do it.
Even though my heart hurt a lot, I need to do my best to try to move forward.