Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to die. Would it be painful? Would it be peaceful? Would I feel anything at all? Would I be put back into another body? I often fantasize about what my funeral will be like, if people will cry, if they would regret ever saying a single bad word to me, if anybody would show up at all.
I was sitting on my bed, staring out of my window, when an ogre crashed through the tower door. Ok it wasn't really an ogre, it was my disgusting brother and I don't live in a tower, I live in the attic of a small house in Lawrence, Kansas.
"Little Bro, we gotta go or we're gonna be late!" Gabriel said as he walked over and sat down heavily onto my bed, bouncing me off of it and onto the floor.
"Gabriel, couldn't you have knocked? What if I was naked?" I asked as I got up from the cold attic floor and dusted myself off.
"Nah Bro, and it's nothing I aint seen before" he slapped my back quite hard.
"It is still common decency" I glared at him through my thick eyelashes.
"Doesn't matter now, does it? Anyway, get your fancy ass into the car now or you'll be walking to school!" the last of his words were muffled because he was already half way down the stairs. Not wanting to walk to school in this weather, I ran over to the full length mirror that hung on the back of my door. Giving myself the once over to double check that any and all scars and cuts were completely covered so that nobody would be able to see them accidently.
"DUDE! HURRY UP!" Gabriel yelled from the front door. Once satisfied that I was all covered, I grabbed my bag and headed for the car.
"You have no patients, do you?" I asked my brother as he got into the driver's seat.
"Not when it comes to you, little Bro" he replied, not once looking my way. As we pulled up to hell on earth the only thing on my mind was if I was to die right now, would anybody actually care or would I be a dead weight lifted from their shoulders?