Creative Writing: The Affliction Of Margaret

The Affliction of Margaret
The antagonist of all life, death- people quiver at the sight of the word.
My job is to let the process of death happen. I come and go into people’s lives, most humans can’t even see me, and only the ones near death can. Once you see me, you’re swallowed into the jaws of death. It’s a miserable job, but someone has to do it.
Today is a particularly miserable day because I have to go to a care home the home of the living dead. I had to retrieve a human called Vivian. I looked at her papers. Her life was as intricate as a Michelangelo painting; a life well lived, however every detail beautifully crafted.
She had the freedom which I never had and probably never

The nurses were there trying to keep, her alive but as I said before once you see me you’re swallowed into the jaws of death. Margaret was screaming “HELP! HELP” nothing could be done now, this was eventual. Suddenly she stopped breathing and I took her soul away from her body slowly the white spirit came out full of anguish. As her spirit was taken away to heaven, she with total misery said “Please, give me a day so I can gain one last sense of freedom” She was gone now forever.
Her corpse was lying there in a blatant expression of lifelessness. Margaret was now in a state of affliction.
What did she mean by on last sense freedom? What was the conversation about before? Were they going to abscond from the care home?
Margaret was grieving her friend’s death and probably the loss of her last chance to freedom; she was closely hugging the corpse. The nurses were like vultures circling above the corpse; Margaret had to be restrained for the corpse to be taken away from the beige room.
She was sitting there the room was in utter silence. She quickly packed her belongings and hid them behind the brown cupboard. Was she really going to run

We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
What was she going to do here? Is this her freedom?
I had finally seen an ending to this infinite trail. She slowed down and smiled her smile was as enchanting as the sun peeping through the intertwined trees. We had now arrived at the edge of a cliff it looked like no one had been there before. The sun was gleaming like the heavens and the sea right in front of the cliff lifted its spirit and crashed into the cliff. She sat down in a patch of grass and opened up her bag. She took out a photo of Vivian, a dress and a pair of shoes she left them there and laid down to next to it still smiling.
She was free of the comatose care home, her callous son and the death of her husband and a dear friend.
She had gained freedom because it is amorphous.
It has no real restrictions, it’s not extinct, and it is the only thing that cannot be swallowed by death.
Maybe
I
Can