What would happen if I jumped? What would happen then?
Would my life, my pain, be gone for all the time I need?
Maybe I should cut myself till my blood runs dry.But what would that accomplish? I'd only be like her…
Maybe I should drink myself to choking, drink till I can't drive.
But I'm on probation…
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Has that ever stopped me?
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Crash go the windows, and bang goes the gun. Holy fuck they're shooting, shooting straight at me.
Smash goes the chair, Crap goes the guy. Holy shit they're chasing, chasing after me.
Oh look at all the blood, Oh look I've been shot, Oh look I'm losing consciousness and all my sanity.
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I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm finally dead! My life has ended soon!
…Now it's going into my head. My rantings like a madman. Maybe I shouldn't have done that…
…Okay maybe if I just lie here someone will come get me and tell me what the fuck is going on.
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GOD DAMNIT HOW LONG DO I NEED TO WAIT?
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"Get up you fool – you're not getting anywhere in the position you're in."
What the fuck?
Standing above me is a tall guy in a black cloak and a… javelin?
Raising a thin eyebrow I stare curiously upward at the dark, blank sky. "…Anyway aren't I dead? I mean if you're dead you don't actually have to go anywhere do you?
"Ha!" He accents the word with a prod from the tip of the javelin. "I wish!"
"Well isn't Death supposed to be a woman with a wheelbarrow?"
"Ha!" He emphasizes the word with a sharp kick to the ribs this time. "You wish!"
"So… What the fuck?"
"Fine… I'll tell you what's going on." He waves his hands in dismissal, the lance waving dangerously close to my hair. "I hate newbies," he mutters under his breath as he walks off.
Should I follow him?
I mean what's the harm?
I'm already dead so it won't matter, I've lost everything I own so I can't lose anymore and I'm a fucking ghost!
Wait. I'm a ghost.
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SWEET.
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That's just the prologue so keep your wigs on. Kay? Kay? -Shadoom