i wanna come back

This is a story sort of, about how i feel about the people im around right now.. and if i died what would happen...

The day I died was the day I lived. The day I died was sad, but was also the day I smiled. I seeped down to the flower you held in your hand. You clutched it as I let out a scream. As each peddle you plucked, a tear fell off my face. You plucked, I cried. I yelped, I fell to the ground and found myself under my dad’s feet. Each crease of lines off his foot imprinted me hard. He stepped and left me pressured and anxious, scared, but he loved me, and I loved him. He kicked me as I landed in my mother’s lap. I felt comfort, loved, warm. She held me up and smiled then dropped me down to the floor where I landed on my sister’s head. I climbed down her curls, clutching hard. I dropped to the floor as I heard her laugh.. her beautiful laugh. My other sister had grabbed me and made her silly faces at me. I laughed. She then rolled me down the hall to my brother. He smiled then left. I sat there waiting for more to happen. Finally my other brother walked to me and apologized to me. He walked off as more and more people walked by, telling me that they loved me. Was I to believe them?  Was I to live again? To watch them live their life without me? Is this the new life? I smiled..

After about a month, I was already forgotten, everyone already moved on.

What was I to suspect? Everyone would give up after I died?

No, how silly of me. I made the wrong choice to take myself down.

My smile left.

Author's Note

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