The End: Death
just a little something. if you feel like knowning the "before" message me.
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Time passed slowly under the glimmer of the stars. It had been so long since I last looked at them. They shone with such brilliance it mocked the mere life of a human. Sure I guess anything can look good or amazing when you're about to die but these stuck out from the rest. Dying in a graveyard seemed a little ironic and partially pathetic. What were people going to think of me. That I was some creep who liked the dead. No. its just that it was always peaceful here. There was plenty of room and no people to crowd you out. No one to push and shove and constantly be touching you. I like places that have very little to no people around. I like being alone.
Most people cant live without the physical contact of another person. Be it another one of the same age gender or race or the complete opposite. People can get past the barriers of prejudice if it means they can socialize with the only person around. However in my case I hated my own race. Being human had its down side. I guess I just got a bigger platter then my mental stamina could handle. I hated talking to people who didn't understand me and thus hated me for it. They didn't understand what I did so I guess you could say they feared me as well.
I guess this place was as good as any to go. It was better then having a huge crowd find me and gather around to be horrified and repulsed. After all who would want to see a high school student run through the stomach and stuck to the ground? Not many. I don't think I would want to listen to their screams in my last moments either. This is no doubt selfish of me but I'd rather that no one even found me. I would just want to die and have my body disappear. Not become some human spectacle.
Pain as people say is just another way to know that you're alive. that's not true. You don't need pain to know you're alive. Happiness and joy work just as well. Although if you want a pain that hurts and never goes away go for sorrow. Once its there it stays. It leaves a scar on a persons heart. It may heal over time but one wrong move and its back to bleeding and aching. Our kind is fragile yet we are constantly bombarded with rude comments and demeaning implements. We our broken down by self doubt and the cruel demeanor of our fellow man.
This was the end for me. Maybe someone would find my diary and read my sad tale or maybe they would read it and think what a fool I was. Everything I know and everything I have experienced up till now has led me to my belief that this world is nothing but a minor hell. At least I was done with this world.
A smile played on his lips and the light faded from his eyes. A bloody corpse in a desolate graveyard. The winter snow soon fell covering the carnage that had taken place. His time was done. He needed to leave.