Life After Death

My brother seeks revenge

It's been yet another day of being dead, you may not think this but it's actually quite tiring. I just wanted to go to heaven already.

I looked up at the stars as I laid in the middle of the school parking lot.

I closed my eyes wishing for this to just end. I wanted to be reunited with my lost relatives, what was taking so long?

I wondered if maybe it was like in the movies where I had to do something specific in order to move on. It was worth giving it a try.

I walked home. I know it's silly, considering my father is the partial reason for my death. If he hadn't hit me I wouldn't have run off and I wouldn't have run into those girls. I know it sounds stupid but I missed home.

When I got there I didn't see dad's car, just sam's truck.

I walked in and noticed all of dad's things weren't there. What the hell? Where had he gone?

Oh well I guess it didn't matter now. I walked to Sam's room and found him sitting on his bed looking miserable. I've been dead for almost 5 days now.

His face looked damp and red, and his clothes ragged, he looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks.

I watched him in sorrow. "Im so sorry Lindsey. I'm so so sorry." He whispered.

"I know it sounds stupid, considering it looks like I'm just talking to air but if by any chance, you're out there and can hear me, I want you to know that I love you, and I miss you, and I swear to God I will avenge you, if it's the last thing I do."

My eyes watered. I didn't know what he meant by that, but it didn't sound good.

"I'm gonna kill those sons a bitches who killed you" his jaw clenched.

Oh shit. This wasn't good.

______________________________________

Later that day, I followed Sam to some liquor store.

He walked in through the door and I followed closely behind.

Oh fuck. What were they doing here.

I felt my heart rate pick up, as I looked at the man who I had prayed every night to never lay eyes on again.

Him. It was him. The man who was responsible for it all. The one with the blood on his hands, literally.

I looked very closely at the guy who had shot me that day. The one who pulled the trigger, and shot the bullet right through my gut.

He looked like any normal guy, just walking around, living life as if he hadn't committed murder.

I had no idea he was old enough to drink. Fake ID probably. Who knows.

Sam browsed through the beer section. He found one he liked and bought a whole six pack.

He walked up to the register and paid for them all the while glaring at that guy. I had no idea what his name was, Randy? Jack? I don't know. He used to go to school with my brother. He might know his name.

My brother kept eyeing him from afar.

"Long time no see Jon" Sam finally spoke up. He popped open one of his newly paid for beer bottles and took a sip.

Jon, I was way off with the name.

He turned around "thought you looked familiar" he looked my brother up and down.

"How could you ever forget me?" Sam chuckled.

"You hear what happened to my sister a few days ago?" He asked.