Among the Living

Chapter One

Feeling irritated, I walk away from the table and start examining the rest of the house. Starting with the downstairs, I walk from room to room seeing if they truly did forget about me or if I was in another universe, something crazy like that. I only see a couple family photos and a school picture from when I was in middle school. Countless thoughts and questions enter my mind as I climb up the stairs to inspect the rest of the house. How long have I been dead? How did I not realize I was dead until just recent? What the f**k am I suppose to do now? Why am I stuck here in this hellhole we call home? Am I gonna be stuck here forever? How and when can I move on?

I slowly come across my old room. I just stand in front of the closed door with my hand on the doorknob, dreading to find out what was behind the door. The door slowly creeks open. I take a deep breath and peer behind the door. My heart sinks to the floor. My old room. All of my s**t was gone. Literally everything. My nice comfy bed was no longer in the middle of the floor. My shoes and clothes were no longer in the closet. All of my band posters gone. The sad feeling inches away and anger takes its place. Are you f*****g serious? My parents turned MY f*****g room into an office. This is f*****g great. Of course it didn't take them long at all to get rid of all my s**t. It no longer matter. I was never that close to any of my family members in the first place.

Still feeling extremely irate, I start tearing up the room. I ended up blacking out. I don't remember tipping the desk over or throwing the chair at the wall causing a dent the size of a soccer ball. I don't even know what was going on in my mind to cause me to do all of this. To be honest, I had no idea i was able to make any of physical contact with the living world.

I hear footsteps pounding up the stairs. I'm still standing in the center of the room panting from my little outburst. My mom, dad, and my brother Colton charge into the room. They all come to a dead stop at the same time nearly knocking each other down, it was almost comicial. "Did it just get cold all of a sudden?" My mom shivers

"Oh, shit." Colton says under his breath

My mom looks at him with a confused look on her face. "Whats oh s**t?"

“I think he’s back.” Colton says almost scared like.

“You think who's back sweetheart?” my mother says gently

“Alex, and he doesn't seem quite happy.” Colton's voice shakes ever so slightly.

“But it can’t be honey. Alex has been dead for almost a year now.” There is sadness in her voice as she speaks. "Why would he be mad exactly?"

"Oh, uh, nevermind." Colton stammers

I’m still standing there in the middle of the room bewildered, I never notice my family leave the room. My mom’s words playback over and over in my head like a broken record. “He’s been dead for almost a year.” What the f**k had she meant? I couldn’t have been dead. I could have sworn we went down to the beach or was that last week? Or the week before? Nah, that had to have been last month. I rack my brain some more. Finally, most all of my memories come flooding in at once. Wait, my mom was f*****g right. That was the last memory I can recall. The last thing I ever remember happened last year.