Good afternoon (or morning) to one and all,

due to always getting great feedback whenever I post things on this forum, I am posting something new today, something which started as screenplay for a short film I was going to shoot, but due to some of the feedback I got on the screenplay, I have taken to trying to turn it into a book, so below I have put page one and I will be most interested in seeing what you all think of it:

Death Has a Sound: Written by me

Page 1:

Death has a sound and it sounds like this: "Click."
To any normal person it is a normal sound, a normal act of someone clicking their fingers, snapping them if you will, but believe me when I say that whenever I click my fingers, it is not me engaging in a normal act, it is me marking the passing of another soul for once again the Reaper has come and another human life has ended. There are those who would consider my clicking to be morbid, but to those who know better, they know I do it because I have to, it is part of the condition I suffer from, a condition I was born with.
Ever since I was a young boy I had always felt too much and it wasn't till a few years later did I discover that I was born with the psychic ability to feel the feelings and emotions of others, but my skill was not limited, my ability to read others pain and happiness was just the beginning, I soon learned to develop it and become the all powerful person I am today, all thanks to the Death's Door Brigade I guess, I gave my life to them and in return, they gave me death.
Yeah I probably should have mentioned that bit of information first, the fact that I am at this moment in time laying on a cold stone slab floor, in a darkened room bleeding to death. I can feel my crimson blood gushing out of the knife wound I've sustained to the abdomen and even now as I lay here dying, I can't help but think one morbid thought.
"All my life I have been able to mark the passing of others, but the one death that is most important to me, my own one, it is the one death that I won't get to click."
It's sad really that even now as I lay with closed eyes, seconds away from death that I still think about my own inability to mark my own passing, but then again it is what being a Death Reader is all about, devoting your entire life to reading, feeling and marking the deaths of others. It is being a Death Reader that attracted the attention of the DDB, a secret society that dates back to the dark ages, an organization dedicated to Death, feeling it, upholding it, even inflicting it.
Essentially it is a cult, a cult made up of Witches, Reapers and Readers and I have been with them for the last decade, serving as a guardian to maintain the balance, but darkness is afoot, some members of the DDB have taken to serving a new Master, a Master who wishes to bring about the end of us all, which brings me to the reason why I lay here dying. I tried to oppose them, to stop them but they are too many and too strong, a Reader like myself is no match for a Reaper, so they through me in chains, whipped me for days on end before after two weeks of relentless torture, a Reaper ushered me into this dark cellar, tied my hands together and shoved me to the floor before at last he rammed the blade of a sharpened dagger into my abdomen.
My killer could have left the blade inside of my but alas no, he did not desire that, so he removed it from me, rather eagerly I might add. With blade in hand he soon vacated the room, leaving me to my fate, but I know he'll be back, back when the last drop of blood has vacated my body and I am unable to breathe, for like my heart, my lungs will cease to work.
I can feel it now, the cold hand of death behind me, ready to place itself upon my shoulder, it won't be long now, I will soon be with the ones I've lost and somewhere out there, in the world we live in, there is Reader, ready to read my death, ready to click their fingers before I succumb to the end, which awaits me, but at least I can say that I die with no regrets, there isn't anything that I can think of that I wish I had done differently, for I know that my murder will soon be avenged that someone out there will discover the truth and they will stop the mutinous DDB members and now I must part, for my time here is done, so get ready to here a click, but before I go, my name is...
Click.