A Lonely World

Different

I woke up from the sun shining in my eyes. I looked at the clock, it's 7:43. I looked around, then at myself. It was not a dream. I decided that I want a normal life no seeking revenge even though I'm dead. I went downstairs to see my parents. Mother was awake, but she seemed aware that I was there. My father was away for the day I died. I bet my mother was thinking of how she would explain this to him. I started to feel sorry for her, after all it was the car's fault not hers. I looked around a bit more. I could not explain how I was feeling, sad, curious, different.. I felt different. I never liked different, it always gave me this gooey feeling in my stomach. It made me raise my shoulders up just thinking about it. Then I heard it. The front door opening.Instead of excitement and joy from the door gliding open It felt like the door was creaking like a crack was carving it's way to me. I felt uncomfortable, then I heard mom.
"Hun I have bad news", she said quietly, but quickly. "What's the bad news? Plus where's my early bird Marlee, I thought she would be up by now." Said father. "That's the thing.. ." There was a long pause after that. " Marlee's dead. It was a hit and run..." Mother said trying to hold back her tears. Next thing I knew she fell to the floor crying. Father ran to her trying to make her stop crying, as soon as he realized he couldn't, he started crying too. I walked through the back door walking to my favorite place in the world. My swing father built me. Even though I wanted to get away from all the sadness, I realize that this was the truth. I sat at the swing staring at the ground for a few hours, just sitting there. All the sadness went away, and there were no words to say.