Author's Note: Hi guys, this is my first attempt at a Dead Like me fanfiction. I really hope you guys like it and I know it's a little different than normal, but I really hope you like it. I haven't exactly figured out the way I want it to go all the way, but here it is. And it's like circa 2008 in the story.
A Very Undead Life
There was a book in my bag, it was the last book I read when I was alive and it was for college. Surprisingly, I loved it. It was the thing that attracted her. Melody Gray. It had a sparkly cover on which was always my way of rebelling against the conformity of college. She asked me about it and then asked my name. While it was creepy, it was also sweet in a way. She was a soul of great interest and great timing when she came into my life, surprisingly at the end of my life. She seemed like a mother figure which I guess is why I didn't flip out when kissed me on the forehead and we parted ways. The fact that we spent all day together was also kind of nice. She put me on my way and said, "You better hurry or you'll miss that sale, Alex." I was buying a dress for an occasion I would never wear it to. I had just paid for it when I got out of the store, was pushed into this gaggle of cheerleaders who pushed me back out, onto a puddle, right before the escalator and I fell, the worst part was it wasn't the fall that killed me but some tried to help me and threw my head onto siding which killed me. I saw Melody one last time before she disappeared forever and she mouthed goodbye to me. The person I spent my last day with, said goodbye
"Is that me?" I asked, there were a few women looking at something when I saw a dead body. I was surprisingly at ease with the fact that I just died. There was also a man standing beside the ladies. He seemed to be enjoy whatever he had in his mouth. He was also looking at me, like he was figuring out what to say to me. Like I had just died, which it looked like I had. These things were just interesting. I was looking at my dead body, but I was dead. And I was not even twenty. I hadn't even had my first legal sip of alcohol and now I was dead. I guess I shouldn't have dwelled on that, but i was. "Am I DEAD?" I shouted, suddenly, with great realization that all those dreams that I had as a child would never come true. I would never have the chance to pursue them. The ease of which I looked upon my dead body for the first few moments was now gone. There was so much I could do with my life and it was just over. I had a job and school and a life and family, this wasn't fair. "WILL SOMEONE GOD DAMN ANSWER ME?"
The guy who seemed more interested in his food than me looked up and had the audicity to smile at me. "Why, cupcake, you gotta a set of pipes on you, now why don't you pipe down and listen to me," I finally seemed stunned enough that he was talking to me. He seemed so interested in his god damn food. Really, why the fuck did he care now? Why couldn't he just go back to his fucking food and leave me the hell alone? He wasn't going to appreciate the pain I was going through, but I was stunned enough to listen. "You're dead. Make peace with it." And suddenly, I was angry. I was dead. I needed my life back. I couldn't seriously be dead.
"I'm not dead. I had a life. I had a good life. I was going to college and had a job and had a good family, I did everything you're supposed to do when you're nineteen. I'm not dead. I have places to go with my life. I'm not dead! This isn't real," I screamed. It was the only thing that I could think of. I couldn't seriously be dead. People could see me. I could see them. They were talking to me. This was all a joke. This was a bad joke. But all around me people were looking at this dead figure and crying about me. I tried to tell someone other than these freaks who were standing around me that I wasn't dead but they couldn't hear me. Why couldn't they hear me? I wasn't ready for the smart ass comment that was about to come out of his mouth next.
"Oh, this is real and you're dead. Now, cupcake, you might as well get it out now, cause we have a long day ahead of us." He was snarky and I hated him. I wasn't quite sure why, but there was something that aggrevated me about how he treated my death like it was no big deal and how it shouldn't be a big deal to me. I really really hated it. And the answers out of his mouth weren't helping. He was going to be perfunctory about my death. It happened and I was dead and why the hell were these people just standing around and not trying to help me when so many others were.
"But I didn't feel anything and I want to live. I want to go to that stupid charity gala in my stupid dress and I want to roll my eyes and god dammit, why are you all standing around like you can't do anything?" I shouted and then I cried. Maybe it was my time to come to a head. I was finally starting to realize that I was dead. And there was nothing I could do about it.
"Wow, you got some pipes cupcake. Have to admit. But your soul was popped out before you died. That's why you didn't feel anything. That's why they can't see you, that's why you can't talk to them. And no one wants to die, just a fact of life that we do kiddo."
I felt angry in that moment. He was not letting me live. He wasn't doing anything to help me and I was just supposed to let this happen? No, I wanted to run away. I wanted my life back. Why the hell did this happen to me. It wasn't fair. I wanted my life back. "I was just getting started with my life. I was doing everything right. I was doing straight out of the motherfucking handbook. It's not fair. I want my life back and I want it back now." Cause I did. I desperately wanted to cling to what I had. I had so many goals in life that were left unfinished and I would never get to do them. The year my life had really started to get interesting, it was finished as well. Real fucking spectacular.
He didn't say anything in that moment, although the others looked at me like they pitied me and normally, that would have pissed me off to no end, but it seemed okay right now. I deserved some pity. I was dead. Although I couldn't take the smart-ass much longer, so I looked to the group, a blonde girl and a brighter blonder girl. "So what are you guys? Like some kind of Angel service or psychics?" I didn't know what to call them. What do you call the people who can talk to you after your dead? I was teary-eyed, but not as angry anymore. I was dead.
The blonde one with the brighter hair whom I would come to know as Daisy, smiled. She looked like a million bucks and I was happy for her. I really liked people. I was always a people person, except for those god damn cheerleaders who pushed me into that puddle which lead to my death. Fucking Cheerleaders, always hated them and now I had a reason to. They were responsible for my death. Guess, it wasn't totally right of me to pin it on them, but I had and right now I was quite fine with being irrational. Who the fuck cared anymore? I was dead and there was nothing that anyone could do about my irrationality. I guess that's the way I was coping with things in the moment. "Sorry to dissappoint, but we're not angels. Although Rube, always makes it sound better when he says, so Rube, explain it to her will you? This isn't exactly my area of expertise and normally Melody would have explained that but Melody's gone." She said with a twinkle in her eye. She seemed so happy.
The guy named Rube laughed, and as I discovered Rube was the asshole who I had been dealing with for the past few minutes who seemed to think that my death wsn't important. I was really starting to hate him, but like Betty said, Rube had a way with these words. "Well, like Betty said, we're not angels and we're certainly not psychics, Angels don't like getting their hands all muddy and psychics well psychics are bullshit. More importantly, we are known as Grim Reapers." The blonde one seemed to take my death with a little bit more shock and awe than the others. They were finally getting it up and out after I had been officially declared dead.
And that's when it hit me. The book me and Melody Gray had talked about all morning. I had learned about the mythology of death and I knew what a grim reaper really weas and maybe this was the chance I had to get my life back. "Then can't you take one of those cheerleaders or a cancer patient? I won't tell and I promise I'll still live by the book very smply and straight with the law. Come on, I'm a good kid, you can give me my life back." For some reason even though I knew I was dead I still wanted to be alive, like that body would take me back if I tried hard enough. I was still clinging to my life as though it existed even when it was very clear that it didn't exist and there was nothing more that I could realy do about it. And then the really fucked up part came, they said yes, and gave me that small glimmer of hope that I would get my life back. "Really? You can do that?" I asked, marveled by the sound of it. It seemed so easy just to put me back in my body.
"No." Those two letters ruined what I thought was my chance to escape from whatever hell this was. It wasn't fair. And I suspected they knew that and didn't care either way.
I was still upset. I wasn't ever going to get my life back. "That was my life. You people had no right to take it. And I want it back!" I stamped my foot like a child. I was only nineteen and yet no one seemed to notice or care. They just looked at me like this was all sort of the process of how it went, which looking back on it, it was. I would see it a few times in my undead life and it happened just the way it happened to me.
And then I just sat down and cried. Thankfully, everyone else seemed to sit down with me. The darker blonde, sat next to me and I felt like I had seen her somewhere, but she seemed to understand what I was going through. Rube sat on the other side and smiled again. I didn't see it this time, "Come on, we're gonna go see your autopsy, it'll make you feel better."
He couldn't be serious! How on earth would seeing my autopsy make me feel better at all? I wasn't entirely sure, but I had no choice but to follow him and these woman. So I got up and went to see my post-mortem. I wouldn't know it till we got there, but he was right. I was going to feel better seeing myself lie on a table all lifeless and dead. I still didn't see how I was still here. It didn't make any sense, although I suppose, death never did make a ton of sense. Especially the way I died. This was a start of a new life. A very undead life. The very undead life of me, Alex Adonis.