A/N: This is something I wrote for my English lesson and I decide to put it up on here. Please review, please please please.
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I don't regret choosing to die. It wasn't hard; I was already dead, so really I only had the dying bit left to do. It didn't hurt and it left no one hurting. Because, crazy as may sound, my second life didn't happen, or at least nobody besides Helen and I knew about it. In my second life I was living as Billy, I took his body when the drugs drove him away. And although poor Billy now has a chunk of his memory missing I'm glad I did it. Without the flesh I was blind to the Light. That's why I only saw her once inside the body. Standing in front of the blackboard in Mr. Browns English lesson, Helen. The love of my life, no I was dead when I met her, the love of my lightness and my love for all eternity.
I have made many a mistake, in life and death. I've killed men by a stupid mistake – for me the saying 'curiosity killed the cat' rings all to true. I nearly sent Helen into a possessed Quick. I wanted her so much that I nearly lost her forever. I also mucked up Billy's life quite badly, if anybody says 'just be yourself' I advise you to listen to them because it's just too hard to be anybody else. These things are completely my fault, hands up I'm guilty.
Guilt is worse when you're not blamed. It burns away in the pit of your stomach, twisting its way through your body until it smothers you, until it's the only thing left. Apologies don't work, they don't make it better. What you need is water, water to douse the fires. My water is my son, Luke. The child Helen and I made whilst in Billy's and Jenny's bodies. They care for him now. He floats in our dreams. That is the only time we can see the world of the Quick. Every morning I wake with sorrow because I lose him again. I have to lock away that piece of me, the father, seal it with a key and not remember until I sleep once more.
Forgetting is like a drug to the Light, it's easier to give up and start again. But drugs ruin people, so does forgetting. Light people who forget their pasts vanish from the after world. Your past is who you are, no past no person. Don't try and change your path, you'll only get lost. What I have now is far too precious to lose: Luke and Helen, mine... forever.
Life is dangerous, Death is safe.
Life can torture a person, Death is only bliss.
Life is a book – it ends, Death is numbers – going on forever.
When the words run out the numbers start counting.
A/N: ok so tell me if it's any good by reviewing please. When I re-read it I found it quite chilling! Please review