Death is nothing to fear. People have this idea that the afterlife is the End, but they're wrong. There's so much more after death that if we only knew, we'd waste our lives with good reason.

But what is life? Life is flesh, physicality, nerves and pain, senses and touch and all things mortal. Life is temporary. Life is merely a dream.

I died six days before my seventeenth birthday. None of my friends expected it, and neither did I. Around six o'clock on a Thursday night, we were sitting around in the lobby of the lodging house. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and within a minute I was gone.

Apparently I had a heart problem.

There was no stereotypical flash of light, I didn't fly through any tunnel or pass through pearly gates. My pain merely ceased. I sat up and looked around at my friends, some of which seemed very confused and worried.

"Fellas?" I asked as I stood. But as I looked down, I saw myself lying on the floor with my eyes closed and one hand still clutching my chest.

Racetrack knelt down next to, well, me. "Mush, can you hear me?" He obviously received no answer. I think it was at that moment that I knew I was dead. "Say something, Mush!"

He stuck his index and middle fingers under my chin to the side. "What are you doing, Race?" Boots asked him, but he didn't reply.

Jack made his way to the front of the small crowd that had formed around my body. "Race, what happened?" he asked. "Is he okay?"

Poor Racetrack was the first one to say it. "Mush is dead...he ain't breathin' or movin' or nothin'." He bit his lip, but his eyes began to fill with tears anyway. "I think he really is dead."

Jack couldn't find any words. He stared down at me. "So...so that's it then, huh?" he finally choked out. "He just...just died?" Racetrack nodded.

I didn't feel very different than when I was living, except for this feeling of freedom. Cut from physical bonds, I could now do as I pleased. While my friends wept at their loss, I smiled at my great gain.

They were pitiful, though. All eyes were red and teary, their expressions full of sorrow and dismay. I went to each boy and studied him--inside as well as out. I was so busy I didn't even notice that one like me was in my presence.

"Physicality is overrated, isn't it?" she asked me. I was caught off-guard for a moment. She seemed friendly enough, though.

"It is," I replied. "Are you dead too?"

She nodded. "I was fourteen. I got pneumonia." She paused. "I don't know how long ago it was, though. I've lost track of years."

"And you lived in New York?"

"Yeah. My parents are very old now. I'm the only one who's died. It's been pretty lonely." She paused. "I'm Amelia."

"Mush." I almost held out my hand, but figured there was no point. "Do you come here a lot?"

She smiled. "Very often. You boys are fun. I just like to watch you."

I broke eye contact with Amelia and looked back at my friends. Boots had been sent for help a few moments before, and Jack was herding the boys upstairs. "Are you going to stay here for awhile?" Amelia suddenly asked me.

"I guess so," I replied. "I mean...where else can I go?"

"Wherever you want," she said. "Whenever you want. It's funny, but people think that there's Heaven and Hell, but it's just the afterlife. We can watch our lives and the lives of those we knew, and even those of strangers."

"So there's no God?"

"Sure there's God. He just doesn't separate souls like you'd think He would. Anyway, you don't want me to stay? I mean...it's hard for awhile."

I shrugged. "Stay if you'd like to. I donno how long I wanna be here," I said. She nodded and was gone.

I turned back to see that Jack was now alone with me. Freely he cried tears that no ounce of pride could stop. I felt honored that he thought so highly of me, but at the same time I didn't understand why he was so upset. I wasn't completely gone, so why did Jack act like I was?

Racetrack made his way down the stairs and stood next to Jack. "Boots back yet?" he asked quietly.

Jack shook his head. The two didn't say anything to each other until Racetrack turned to leave a few minutes later. "I'm going upstairs," he said. "I just can't...you know. The body and all of that."

"Yeah," Jack replied absently. He stood over me silently as Racetrack left him. I made my way to Jack and rested my forehead on his shoulder. I stayed like that until Boots returned. As my body was taken out of the only home I'd ever known, I realized that for the first time in my life, I wasn't hungry.

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