Prologue
Confusion.
Loss.
Anger and pain.
Outrage.
Acceptance.
That was the way it always went.
Most of the time they lingered on anger and pain, still confused, wanting to be a part of a world they no longer belonged in.
More often than not I was the one the anger was taken out on. I was the one to take the brunt of the pain that was coursing through them even though I never really knew what the anger was actually aimed at.
What I did know was that because it seemed that I was the only one they could communicate with, it was me they took their pain out on.
And I couldn't handle it anymore.
I had to get away from all of the people, past and present to try and escape.
To try and live my life.
But the question is, how do you live you life when all you see is death?