Death ch1

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Warm. Thats all i felt. I was flating in a oblivion filled with sunlight and warmth. Everything was silent. And then Voices started to whisper. Familiar voices. They slowly got louder and louder until they sounded like they were right next to me. Sad voices. I opened my eyes andthe warmth and light dissapeared. 2

I was in my room. I looked around cnfused, and was shocked to find myself lying in the my bloodcovered bed. My mother weeped on the ground, wailing my name. 3

"What i this?" i asked horror filled. 4

"Stella, this is life." Said the warm voice of my death. I looked over to him. He stood next to me starring down at the scene playing out before us. "Its a wonder how the word keeps turning even when you die." He said, and then he looked to me knowingly. His eyes held so much wisdome. I looked down puzzled at my mother. 5

"Stella wake up! Wake up stell. . ." She cried. I was so confused. I thought she didnt care. She was alot like i was. I thought the only thing that mattered to her was booze. My brother walked into the room stoned as usual, and his eyes got wide and he fell against he wall. My brother wasnt so bad. He too was alot like me. But he was the only one that talked nicely to me. I hope i knocked off his high. 6

"I'll call 911." He yelled as he fled from the room. I looked away from my own body and walked out the door. I could still feel everything. My feet on the ground, the air in my hair, and the warmth of the heater on my skin. I was still wearing the old satin dress i had died in. But there was no cut on my wrist like on the body in the bed. 7

Peter was on the phone talking urgently with the police, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. I didnt want to see my brother crying. My father was sleeping with a bottle of beer clutched to his chest with the TV on some god forsaken football game. I walked over to him and smaked him in the face, and he jumped awake. 8

I wished he could see how much i hated him and all his abusive ways. All his drunken rages made me who i was.9

"Dad! Get up! Stella! She's hurt, she might be dead!" Peter yelled in a panick as he set the phone down. 10

"Slow down boy, what about stella? She come home pregnant finaly?" Her father said irritably. 11

"No you stupid asshole! She's dead!" And for once I got the satisfaction of seeing my father speachless. He got up slowly from his bed and followed the sound of my mothrs crying up the stairs. 12

We all followed him, and he leaned in the doorway and found the scene before him. My brother was now openly sobbing along with my mother, and my own father whom i also thought hatd me, was nearing tears as well. He sucked in a deep breath and clutched the doorframe for support. I felt hot tears sting my ow eyes at seeing my family crying over me, like i dreamt hey would.13

"Why?" I asked. Why did they chose now to show they loved me.14

"Because Stell. They didnt think you would ever do it. They were fools." He answered my silent question. 15

The police arrived and took my body to the hospital, where they tried to revive me. It was a curiouse sensation, to feel tingles all across my body, even if i wasnt the one who was being jolted by electricity. My body was. 16

"Come." He said, when they all started to weep again. And i followed him out the door. 17

"Where are we going now?" I asked him. He looked to me and smiled. 18

"Its been a long day for you. Its been a long day for them. I think it best if thy didnt have to feel your presents in the room any longer, and you need time to think im sure. 19

"Yes. . .I do." I said. I felt very tired truthbe told. And i just wanted to sleep.