Okay first I wan't to say that this isn't a Fan-Fic. So if if you get angry when people post Non Fan-Fic stuff. You might wan't to just go away. Actually if you read this, comment and then go away. I'd be grateful. Anyways, like always, hope you enjoy.
This is Rated T
You know how you see all those movies where when someone dies they see all their lives "flash" before their eyes. Well to put it simply, that stuff is all a load of crap. You don't even get to see the important stuff. You don't get to relive that time when you hooked up with your high school crush at the homecoming dance. You don't get to see your parent's proud faces when you present them with straight A's. You can't remember how happy you where when you finally learned to ride a bike. You can't smell the cookies only your grandma could make. No, instead I got the short end of the stick. I was forced to remember things like, how I used to be picked on in grade school. Things like walking home in the burning day. Things like opening the fridge and realizing that my younger brother had drunk the last Sprite. Things like taking a shower. How lame is that the last things I see before I kick the bucket where some of the most meaningless things in my life. Maybe I hadn't done much. But I had done more than that. I wish it had been like the movies, I wish I could have seen all the stuff, even the bad. I wish I could have seen it. Just one last time.
Mostly I just wish I had something to do. I guess this is purgatory. Better than the crazy Dante's Inferno version I suppose. You just kind of float here, in the dark. It feels fresh though, that's a good thing. It's like being submerged in black water. It's tranquil and scary at the same time. You don't get control your body. You just hover in the center, waiting. Well I guess it's the center. I can't se far enough in any direction to figure out wheter one of my sides is closer to something than another. My blood circles my body like scarlet thread stitching my corpse back together. I don't know why. It's not like I have somewhere to go. At least I no longer look like a wretched mess. Well not entirely.
I find myself hoping that something happens soon. I wonder if something will happen. Maybe God will reach into this dark pool and pull me out. Maybe I'll slowly regain control of my body and swim to the surface, whichever direction that may be. What if I just have to sit here forever, and spend my time waiting on something that is never coming. There sure are a lot of if's, but one thing is for sure Death Sucks. "