Adam's Afterlife.

"I'll help you, don't worry." Amanda wispered to an almost dead Adam.

"MMMHHH PFTTT" Adam stuggled for air.

Then Adam was no more.

"What?" Adam looked at his lifeless body and a crying Amanda.

Adam figured out what happened. "Oh my god. I'm dead."

Adam looked at his arms, they were transparent.

I knew it! I fucking knew it! I died in that shithole. I was never destined to start a life.

Adam sighed. He wasn't in heaven. He was a lost soul. A soul who didn't die content, but died in vein. He was going to roam these hallways. Forever.

He never became anything. He didn't marry, didn't have kids, didn't do fuck all with this life. Now he will never chance to. Adam felt like crying. He felt angry, he felt hopeless, he felt lost. He felt every negative human emotion at once.

Here lies Adam Radford Stanheight Faulkner. Died in vien. Died at 26. Never married or became a father. Here lies a fine example of a failure.

Adam thought about the good old days. Before his father became an alcoholic., before he ran away with that 20 year old whore. Before his mother became depressed. Before she overdosed and died. Before his twinbrother David left him to fend for him self. Before he became such a failure.

"Adam honey, wake up." The gentle voice of his mother greeted him as he slowly awoken.

"Mmmm...five more minutes..." Adam's voice trailed off.

"C'mon Add!" David jumped on his brother's bed.

"Mpf..." Adam crawled out of bed, and greeted to a bed in breakfast, complete with waffles and maple syrup.

"Happy Birthday buddies." Adam's dad greeted his twins.

"Dig in boys." Thier mother handed them the plate of food and wrapped her arm around their dad.

Adam stood there. Emotionless. He looked at his transparent, bloody-ragged clothing. He never became anything. He was nothing. Adam thought about the things he would have done if he knew he was gonna die.

Adam's Bucketlist:

1. Tell Scott Tibbs to fuck off.

2. Meet Norah Jones.

3. Find out what happened to David and my dad.

4. Visit my mother's grave.

5. Tell her I love her.

6. Find real friends.

7. Become a photographer.

8. Get married.

9. Have kids.

10. Become a grandparent.

11. Die without regrets.

Adam sighed once again. What was he supposed to do? Wallow in self-pity for the rest of time? Haunt the halls?

It's been 2 years. Or 15. Adam can't tell. Adam isn't alive. Adam doesn't care.

Adam...

I love you.

Adam turned around to see,

the girl,

with the rockstar hair.

I Need You So Much Closer... - Transatlanticism - Death Cab For Cutie