Chapter 1-Part 1: Looking Down

This Is My Introduction. My feelings on my death. Figuratively.

I've been dead for almost a year now. It seems like I've been dead forever. A lost spirit. I stare at the faces surrounding me and think How are they so happy while I'm miserable?  As I scan the room looking at all the hateful murderous faces in the room I come across some very familiar faces.....my old friends. As I stare at them, I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. Invisible tears fall from my swollen eyes. I look at the face of someone who I thought would never turn their back from me. What I see is a weapon of mass destruction. His face is filled with hate and disappointment. All I ever wanted was for someone to see the vicious murders committed against my fragile soul. I want someone to recognize my existence, to feel my presence. I want someone to see my lovely bones. 

Author's Note

Be honest about it.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

conveys feelings of despair and alienation. i like the metaphor of death for looking around and seeing one's friends but not being seen. great job.

[Desi's Journey]

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