Prologue:
In someone's conciousness
It is assumed that life after death is non-existance, that we enter an eternal oblivion, where one's conscienceness is permanently lost. Other's believe that in a tragic death the soul lingers until vengeance is achieve. Some believe in an after life, either in a place of greatness or a place of eternal despair. Or for many it doesn't matter what you believe, but what you do in your life before you get to that point. Even then, life takes on a whole new meaning. Our family. Our friends. Our goals. Our purpose. All different.
I once wished I was normal, doing what everyone does, being like everyone else. But what is normal? Being normal was impossible. For no one knows what it is. Where I was born. Where I was created. It was all planned. What I did. How I live. I thought my life was stone, but I was wrong. Here I am lying on the cold, hard ground, wondering if normal was really all I want. I surely wouldn't be here right now, but in retrospect I woudn't change a thing. My body is numb with pain. My eyes shut as tight as steel doors. My ears picking the sounds of muffled destruction. My mind aches to wake, but my body doesn't respond. I may not be able to control my body, but I can control my destiny. The one who made me lie in ache won't tear that away.
You don't own me.