The silence is unbearable. No one in the room is talking. The lights are dimmed to a respectful glow and everything is murky. I'm living in a graveyard, a world where the dead have a stronger presence then the living. For once I don't have to block anything out because there's nothing there to listen to. Normally I would have welcomed the change, but now... it scares me. It scares me that the world can be flipped upside down without warning, that it could so completely upturn my life, breaking me to pieces. I don't care how much things hurt anymore, I don't care about the sting of words or wounds because lying in a casket in the front of the room is the person I killed. And I did it on purpose.