The Death Blog — Michelle Hayden / Not Just a Job

This is the second installment in the Death Blog series by EinsteinShrugged

Not Just A Job

Michelle Hayden, 12 years old, Wednesday, 11:23 pm

It may sound strange but I really don’t mind picking kids up. They seem to put up the least amount of struggle. Once they know, they usually just shrug their shoulders and come with me pretty willingly.

Sometimes they’ll ask about their parents or their pets but there’s not usually any of the theatrics I get with adults. The older they get the harder they are to gauge and so I wasn’t sure what to expect from Michelle. I had a pick up right before her (brain embolism in an elevator) so I got to her house with only a few minutes to spare.

11:20 and I find her in the bathroom. Michelle is lying on the floor, her head is resting in her mother’s lap. Her dad is sitting between Michelle’s open legs, his back resting against the chipped wooden door. There’s blood everywhere. It never ceases to amaze me that, even with being dead all this time, my gag reflex still works. I don’t want to be seeing this.

Thankfully, there’s not enough time for me to think about it much. 11:22 and I can feel that familiar ebbing begin so I plastered my most reassuring…