Destiny or Fate?

Was it fate that had carved Jamie's demise in stone; an entity out there that just enjoys screwing around with us pitiable humans. It makes you question our existence, are we just play things for some sick demented mind? Can we change our fates, or is it all just Destiny? Do we control the strands of life? Could we choose who lives or dies?

It's sickening when humans become so narcissistic that they actually think they have the right to manipulate other lives while not even figuring out what the fuck went wrong with their own.

But is it also right for some unseen force to rule us from beyond the skies above; toying with our fickle emotions, a being that could wipe us all out with just a flick of their finger.

But I digress, I'm just a Hypocrite.

But as fucked up as life truly is there's always the small things that make you wish time would just stop, to relive that moment of serenity over and over again for all eternity.

That never happens though, life goes on and trust me in the end we all die one way or another.

Jamie Daniels had never thought that her life would end on that perfectly ordinary Thursday afternoon as she walked home; she was too preoccupied with living it, although it was plain and usually uneventful she enjoyed it.

A supportive family, friends that she'd do anything for, a boyfriend she would most likely marry right out of high school. Yes it was boring but it was hers.

But that was all gone, now that she was dead and all.

No blinding lights, no flashes of what could have been or what should have been. Just the everlasting imprint of the shiny chrome bumper before it smatched into her side crushing her ribs, rupturing her lungs and sending her flying into the air like a damn rag doll. She never knew when she hit the road; she never lived long enough, dieing before even going air born.

Sean Daniels by nature was a loud outgoing child that would tell everyone that would listen about how he had just turn six, and how his family had gone out to pizza hut for dinner that night. Or he'd just ramble on and on about anything that came to mind but always remembering to bring up his dearly loved sister.

But not today; no today he sat quietly swing his feet back and forth in the empty space which his feet wouldn't touch the ground. Everything in the long hallway was painted a blind white including his chair but by now he was used to the unearthly shade. He was clothed in his most decent clothing, a white dress shirt and black slacks; his dark shimmering hair was combed back and parted in the middle like his mom always did it.

Jamie stood there dumfounded not once realizing what was going on; a warm breeze brushed past caring with it the scent of lavender. It was reminiscent of the bushes that only grew in that one particular spot at the playground located on the other side of town. The ones she loved to play hide and seek in, the same ones where she got her first kiss.

She had not remembered closing her eyes until she opened them in surprise at the child's voice that called her by name from all the way down the narrow blinding halls; not once had she spotted a light but yet she had to squint to keep the tears at bay.

Sean raised his head to look up at the young woman; different hair, different body, different age, but he knew that it really was his sister…They had the same eyes.

But you know that's only because they're twins.