Not Dead

Prolouge

There are billions of people out there, and with more coming and going, I'm starting to wonder why I'm even here. And the more I think about it, the more I feel useless.

There are your doctors, who revive people and sometimes, being people back to life.

There are the rock stars and the you-tubers, who put there heart and soul into making others happy. They can cheer anyone up, and inspire everyone for something; anything.

There are the famous people that everyone either hates, loves, or wishes they can be. They are so rich that just 1/4 of there money could supply a family of 10 for there entire lives. And shamefully, the people who deserve it, never get there.

There are lawyers and soldiers and mechanics, the list can go on and on.. And then there are people like me. I'm the person who you purposely bump into in the school hallways. I'm the psychopath who scares children and adults. And I am most certainly not one of the people above. But hey, I got about another 70 years of this so called 'life', who knows. All I know is, I'm one of those people who should be dead, but aren't. I'm not dead... Yet.

(Sorry this is short, but this is just a prologue, most of my chapters range from 5-8 pages long)