A Hundred Souls For Death 13

I decided to die for a third time around 11:45 on the bus back to Suruchi Restaurant.
Okay, so let's just summarize how stupid I am, for a second. I'm required to get five souls every day, and after only getting two and only being dead for four days I decided to visit my grieving family. I probably freaked my parents out by talking to my little brother and wasted a ton of time, then wasted even more time agreeing to go on a date with Logan. I then lost the soul I was supposed to collect because I took the fucking bus!
So I took the bus back to the restaurant, which was closer than the next soul I was supposed to collect and ran in to find Logan still waiting for me. He glared at me when I got in there. Suruchi is one of those fancy restaurants that I've never been able to afford to go to.
"Where have you been?" he snapped under his breath. "I try to do something nice and you stand me up."
"Kill me."
"Oh, believe me, I would like to."
"No, really, kill me! Do it quick, I don't have a lot of time to explain."
"Lev-" he started.
"Just do it!"
Logan grabbed his steak knife and plunged it into my chest, right in the middle of the restaurant. I could feel it go in, go through my heart. I could feel it the whole time I was waiting for another Reaper to come and get me. It sucked, okay? But I was free of my responsibilities for the rest of the night.
I didn't have time to collect another soul, but if someone who can see you kills you, then you're excused for all the other souls left that day. How's that for a genius plan.
Logan was staring at me as I lay on the floor, knife sticking out of my chest, dead but not really.
"Oh my God, Lev," he breathed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I told him, then the other Reaper zapped me to the waiting room.

I got back early that morning. I found Logan in the apartment. He was pacing back and forth and wringing his hands, all nervous. When I came in through the door he practically dove on me.
"Lev! You're alright! I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry I missed our date last night, Logan," I said quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"No, shush, don't be sorry," he said. When I looked into his eyes I could see he'd been crying. "I over reacted. You were just doing your job. I'm sorry."
"We'll go on a date tonight, a real date, like normal, living people. I promise, Logan."
And then we kissed, and it was like everything was right in the world. And we made up. We made up all morning, until Logan finally had to go to work, and I had to start collecting souls again so that I'd be done on time to take Logan somewhere nice, somewhere special, somewhere romantic. I didn't know where, I had no idea. Before Logan I'd never had a real boyfriend before. All I knew was I had to make it up to him. He deserved someone better than me. I think, at that point, I was still kind of convinced that he was going to dump me for someone alive. Dating someone no one else can see is a real bummer.
Anyway, my next soul was named Julia Sloan. She was twenty-four and she had been murdered. I hope I don't have to describe the scene to you again. Just like the others, she was a victim of the serial killer. The news was really starting to pick up on the story. When I arrived on the scene the cameras were already there. I don't know what ridiculous nickname they'd given this murderer, but I can tell you as I watched her soul leave her body that I was practically praying to whoever my boss is that they caught the guy soon.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"It's okay."
"Mom?" She stared at someone in the crowd. "That's my mom!"
"It's okay, calm down!"
She ran to her and tried to hug her, but it went right through.
"Why can't she see me?" Julia started to cry, and that made me do something strange. I gave her a hug.
"It's okay. You're going to be okay. You're dead now; I'm going to send you to heaven."
She sniffled and slowly backed away from her mother, who was crying now too, having realized it was her daughter's body hanging from the fire escape. I sent Julia away quickly, and then fled the scene. I was on a deadline, and sticking around at a crime scene is not all that fun. There's a lot of crying, especially when a family is involved.
Anyway, the next soul on my list was much older than Julia. His name was Henry Whitley, he was seventy-seven and he died of Alzheimer's. It was another trip into a nursing home for me. Not the most cheerful of places, to be sure. I mean, I know my job's not supposed to be cheerful anyway, but it's more depressing to walk through the halls of a nursing home, past all the dying old people, the Reapers in their black cloaks just waiting for them to die. I know a lot of them just hang out there, find souls that die before their assigned Reaper gets there (I'm surprised no one did that to Wendy Hartley). They all want to get as many souls as possible as fast as they can to get out of this place and go to Heaven. I was the opposite. I was collecting the minimum every day, to stay as long as possible. I wanted to stay with Logan.