Izzy Redpath
People move on. I think that's a good thing. Some selfish people don't. Those people want everyone to talk about them 24/7, going on about how much they should be missed, and all the good they did in their lifetime. You can tell just by looking at those people that they've definitely done more bad than good in their lifetime.
Which makes me wonder why they're here. Maybe it's because of their violent deaths? That's another thing these people have in common. Unfortunately, I have that in common with them too. I'd rather die than share any similarities with these people. Oh wait, I already am. I'm not trying to be bitter, and I know I'm going to sound really vein, but why did I have to die?
I was helping a person in need. I have kids and a grandchild! Surely that counts for something? Apparently not. I had to watch my family suffer. As much as I tried to send them messages of comfort, they were never received. Do you know how hard it is watching the people you love fall to pieces, knowing it's because of you, and you can't even help?
I'll give you a hint: it's like having your leg pulled off by a shark, and then stitched back with no anaesthetic. Except at least you'd get your leg back. I'm never getting my life back. I'm never going to be able to hold my grandchild. I'm never again going to be able to comfort my family when they're down in the dumps. Never again.