Time is such a weird concept, one minute could seem like forever and forever could seem like one minute. When I was a child all I wanted to do was grow up, I wanted to do all the things I’d see the teenagers on TV doing.
I had so many plans, of what I’d do , who I’d be. This..this wasn’t part of my plans. There wasn’t a single dreamt up future that this was a part of. This can’t be called a dream, it could however, be called a nightmare.
I’m sure you’d call this a nightmare if you were in my place. I have seen more dead people in the last year than I have my whole life. Seventeen years on this earth and the only dead person I had ever seen was my grandfather on my dads side. Now, the number of people I’ve seen dead is closer to ten.
At least when I saw my grandpa he seemed to be at peace, he died of old age but these people, I could see the fear in their faces, they weren’t ready to go. They were forced out of this world, unwilling meeting the grim reaper.
Maybe whoever did this is done, maybe I won’t be seeing any one else, maybe I’ll never see anything like this again.
Then again perhaps I’ll be someone’s first, first they see dead that is. There’s some part of me that feels like it might be inevitable, that I’ll be the next to go in this town.
If I am.. ..i hope im not found.