The nail in my coffin ~ Ian McKinley

Equal in Death's eyes? ~ 4 ~

Edited: May 18th 2022

"We may feel that our lives are not our own." The priest was standing by Ashley and Ashlyn's grave. They had died in the tanningsalon...

I stood next to Ian. Things have been a little akward between us.

"That Death controls, frames our lives. Our birth's nothing but death begun. Yet, whether it is with this tragic loss of young lives... which we have suffered much of late... or with the soft passing of the elderly in the night... we are all equal in Death's eyes."

"Equal in Death's eyes? All of us? How can you say that?" Ian spoke.

"Shut up McKinley!" A random dude yelled but Ian ignored it.

"Dude, think it through. Charlie Manson made it to 70." I tried to push him away from the scene but he wouldn't move. "Osama? Still kickin'." Everyone was looking and I don't go well when people are looking, Ian knows that... "Let's go Ian" He ignored me too and continued his speech.

 "Pimps, vice-presidents walking around. All the atrocities they've committed..."

"Let's just go. Come on."

"They're alive and well! These two girls, who'd never done shit to anybody..."

"Shh!"

"They don't get to make it to 18? Where's the fucking equality in that?"

Lewis and Kevin walked up to Ian and gentilly pushed him away from the funeral. 

"What?" Ian started. "Come on, man." Lewis grabbed his arm.

"I can... Yeah. Fine. Fine. All right. All right. I'm fine. All right." Ian walked away, hands up in defence. Kevin walked him out to his's van and walked back to the funeral. Ian got in and so did I.

"You were right, you know." I started. He looked over at me. "Back there, it was all true." He grabbed my hand and knodded.

My ringtone rang and when I looked at the caller id, it was Wendy. I picked up and was the first to speak.

"Hello?"

"I'm with Jason..."

"I'll be right over..."

I hung up. "Look Ian... What I'm about to say is going to sound crazy."

"I'm all about crazy, tell me."

"All the people that got off the roller coaster are going to die, including us."

"We're all going to die at some point Pip, that's biolo-" I cut him off.

"Have you ever heard about flight 180?"

"The one that crashed six years ago? Yea ofcourse I heard."

"What if I tell you that 7 people got off because some kid had a vision, just like me. And in the months after that they all died in weird and sick ways in the order they would have if they stayed on the plane. In my vision, Ashley and Ashlyn died first. I went to Wendy's place... I talked to Kevin and Wendy there and Kevin had a theory that the last picture that was taken of us is the one that shows how we die. Now that the Ashley's have died, we can look at their picture and see if the theory is true. And if it is... Then we can predict how we die and avoid it."

"Pip this is crazy." Ian said unimpressed.

"I know it is but just trust me Ian... I gotta go to Wendy, she's at Jason's grave."

I got out of the van and walked over to Wendy. Kevin was there too

"What are you two doing up here in the nosebleeds?" I asked