Who am I?

by LoveSuchAnOldFashionedWord

Two young men are dead of what seems to be a gay hate crime and only one person knows what has happened, but he has suppressed all his memories all expected one. The fact that he is dead and he must travel through these two lives in order to find out what happened and why he has forgotten his entire life and how his live effects these dead gentlemen. *rated M for later chapters*

Chapter 1

The bodies . . .

So sorry if this sucks but I decided to finally upload it! Hopefully you like it.

Well I guess here it is.

Screams, all she could do is scream as she stood and stared at the handsome man's body, he laid there with yet another fairy attractive man. This other man had rather bushy untamed eyebrows his eyes were closed. One would have just guessed that this blonde was just sleeping expected for the large pile of dark red blood, he has probably has been dead for a while. It made me sad just thinking that such a young man has been dead for a while when he probably had so much more to live for. He also probably would have gone far in this world if people would be more understanding. The young man wore a fancy suit with a rather cute checkered bow tie. It made me laugh.

I was lost in my thoughts. That was until reality hit me like a hangover after a long night of drinking, but it wasn't a hangover it. A hangover would much easier to deal with, pop in a few pain pills and lay in bed for a day and life would go on. But life isn't going to go on; at least it isn't for these two lovers. There love and lives were cut short by some idoit who isn't going to be able to find the kind of love these two obviously had. Even in the face of death they still held hands, and stood strong about their believes and even after death they still were linked together forever.

Gasp. The people that surrounded the two bloody lovers as I was lost in thought. They finally noticed what I somehow knew all along. I have no memory what anything, but I know something's. I know these two guys are lovers, and this murder was probably a hate crime. I also knew that this case was most likely to get pushed aside and ignored and pretty much no one would care. I knew something else, I knew that the younger of the two lovers. The one with dirty blonde hair had no one to lean on expect his boyfriend. After telling his homophobic parents that he was gay they disowned him and left him on the streets, when he was young, and ever since then he has leaned on this older gentleman.

Trying to block out the gasp and obvious hatred in their eyes, so I closed my own eyes. For a while all I saw was darkness. Then, I saw him the older gentleman who was lying on the ground underneath my feet, dead. Who was he here? That was a stupid question I mean I know I'm dead after all. I don't know how I know this but I do I just too I know I'm that I'm dead that is that one thing I know that I am dead.

Sorry about this chapter being short. Hopefully I don't get grounded and am able to upload the next chapter soon, and please review so I can get better.