REAP

Be

"Oh- they told me this room was empty. I'm sorry..." I raise my eyes to a boy around what seems to be my age who's carrying a large box of who knows what. "I can come back another time?"

"No," I say. "No. You're fine. I uh- I was just leaving." I stammer, trying to lift myself from my spot on the floor where I had fallen asleep. They're already replacing me?

"Okay... Well." He looks at me with a puzzled look on his face, "Bye, I guess."

"Yeah, bye." I reach for the door and shove myself through the exit of my old room for the last time. I try to summon some form of nostalgia, but all I manage is a dry, unsatisfying numbness.

"Wait! I didn't catch your name, I don't think." The young reaper shouts before the door slams shut.

"Better if you don't know."

"Well, I'm Be-"

The door bangs shut.

Ben, I finish it for him.

Unsure of where to go, I allow myself to transport to wherever comes to mind first.

The bridge.

Oh, the irony. I laugh, and look around. A loud groan escapes my quiet facade as the happiness of the world bangs on the closed doors of my mood.

I roll my eyes.

Life.

All around me, cars and people are bustling around and rushing to their pointless activities. Why do we busy ourselves? Honestly, why? In the end, we are alone. The friendships and achievements we collect are meaningless, so why have them? What is the reason for working so hard and wasting so much time in doing so? When all it comes to, is this?

I am alone.

I am dead.

I am a no one, but a spirit-

drifting