Among the Living

Chapter Two

Last year?Theres no way in hell it was last year. Right? I dig deep in my brain for answers. How the f**k did I die? Why didn't I passover or get reincarnated or whatever. My mind keeps drawing a blank. I think about majority of the paranormal movies I use to watch. I remembered one key thing that I so stupidly forgot. Majority of any paranormal movie that I've seen states that the reason that spirits and ghosts are actually a thing is because they usually have some unfinished business to take care of before they are actually able to pass over. So that can only mean one thing. I still have unfinished business here. I aimlessly wander the house and make my way outside. My head is pounding so f*****g hard from all these endless questions and discoveries I keep conjuring out of thin air.

As I step outside, I can feel the burning sun lick my entire body making me sweat the instant i step foot outside.

I spot a small patch of nice, cool, green grass under neath a tree in my front yard. Perfect I think to myself as I walk towards my spot to cool off. My mind drifts off as I sit down and lean my back against the tree making my self more comfortable. "How odd," I say out loud. "I wonder why I'm able to feel things so far. Were all the paranormal movies wrong? Are ghosts or the undead- or whatever you wanted to call whatever I was- wrong? Or do entities experience things as they did when they were alive and it just fades overtime? Or if they only continue to have human-like experiences up until they realize or come to terms with the fact that they no longer are living?" I see a car roll up into my parents driveway. I see colton step out of the driver door, lean back in to grab his backpack and throw a strap on only one of his shoulders, and push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. I roll my eyes. "f*****g tool!" I shout at him. I instantly felt incredibly stupid. I totally forgot the fact that I was dead. But, I see Colton look around as if he heard me. Realizing that he didn't see anything he heads inside. I roll my eyes again. Colton was a major prick. I'm not jealous of him nor was I ever. When he rolled up in his brand new Toyota, I admit I did get slightly jealous Even though I am in fact dead. I mean Colton always was center of attention and he always got whatever he wanted. It was complete bullshit. Everyone -including our parents- liked him a lot more than they liked me. Colton has always been the favorite child since the minute we were born.

Even though we were twins, we didn't look or act the same or even similar at all. Firstly, Colton was the first born child. In school, all the female were head over heels foe him. Including anyone that I were to date. I never understood how anyone thought that he was the better looking one out of the two of us. He was about 5'8" maybe 5'9", dirty blonde skater hair, deep blue eyes, blinding white teeth, well built. Ever since he could walk he always was doing some kind of sport. Once we entered high school he signed up to be on the football and wrestling team. Not only was he athletic, but he was also book smart as well. He got straight A's in nearly every class since we started school. Everyone in his clique basically worshipped him. I never understood why, he was a bully. He was always picking on every "weird" kid in school-including me-. What pissed me off the the fact no one did anything about it. I felt a tear trickle down my face. In a way I kind of missed Colton. I wonder if he missed me. How did he find out I died? If someone told him, who? Did he know the cause of my death? How did he react after I died?

I was always curious as to why he picked on me at school, was it out of love? Hate? Or Jealousy?Doubtful. Why would anyone be jealous of me? All these thoughts were making my head pound. I just couldn't help but wish I hadn't died or turn back time and change whatever happened that caused me to die. But what's done is done. I wasn't able to go back. It was basically just pointless to wish or hope for something. No matter what you wish or hope for it will never come true because wishes aren’t real, they are only in your head. At this point that's pretty much all I can do. Is just wish. Maybe wishes actually do come true. At this point any thing is possible. The beating sun mixed with the nice cool shade was making me exhausted. I'll just close my eyes for a second, I thought to myself. My eyelids start to get heavy. Next thing I know, I’m out like a light.

I wake up to complete darkness. I had no idea I had slept that long! I pull at the grass around me just spacing out at nothing. An empty feeling of lonliness washes over me. Was it always this lonely in the after life? What am I even suppose to do? Is there other entities around that I can communicate with? Am I able to see any other entity? The whole afterlife s**t was so f*****g frustrating.

My stomach starts to growl. "Well, might as well see how this eating thing works," I mutter. I push my self off the grass and walk towards the house and through the front door. I wander into the kitchen to find something to eat. I open the fridge and observe all its contents. I spot some leftover spaghetti. I grab the container and hurriedly open the lid. I reach into the silverware drawer to grab a fork. Just as I'm about to give the delicious cold spaghetti my undivided attention, the hunger pains instantly vanish. Weird. I'm always hungry. How can I a being of the undead, walk through walls and have enough power or strength to lift up something or move something, actually feel warmth of the sunlight, but I lose the feeling of being hungry? I take a small bite of the spaghetti anyway. Eating had been the weirdest feeling in my life that was the problem I couldn’t feel it going down my esophagus at all I could only taste its slightly sweet but tangy deliciousness. Perhaps I wasn't actually tasting it? What if I just only remembered what it tastes like? I would like to say that it wasn’t a memory. That I had actually tasted it. I cover the spaghetti and toss it back in the fridge and close the door. Just as I close the refrigerator door that feeling of loneliness rushes back. I lean my back on the refrigerator door and slowly slide to the floor. I put my head in my hands and just sob.