He wasn’t dead for long. At least, so he thought.
They had rushed his body to the hospital. He didn’t really see it in the same sense that normal people see things, but he sensed it and sensed the sights and… well, it’s difficult to explain.
But if he sensed things, was he dead?
Wasn’t dead supposed to mean lots of nothing?
He sensed Mrs. Hill and his mother were there.
Oh God… Mrs. Hill…
She knew. He sensed her comforting his mother and murmuring, “I’m so sorry about Daniel, Mrs.Vargas…”
He sighed. He hated that last name, but it enraged his mother whenever he mentioned the fact that he kept his father’s surname. Hernandez.Daniel Hernandez. Not Vargas. Her-nan-dez. He refused to be associated with that bastard she called her husband. He also refused to associate with her, for that matter.
Why the hell did she care now when she let that prick beat both of them in the past? Was a heart growing underneath all that alcohol? Well, too late Mom.
And, as long as he was complaining- There was nothing to do! Like, come on! What is a dead kid supposed to do around here for some entertainment? He just… he didn’t want to watch all of this. Because, maybe underneath all the shit that polluted her soul, his mom did care about him. And… as much as he hated her…
No.
He hated her.
Simple as that.
It was like one of those bullying presentations. “The kid who sees the bullying and does nothing is just as bad as the bully.”
He didn’t want to think about this.
To be honest, there were a lot of things he didn’t want to do.
So, instead, he absently focused on his body. They were doing the paddle shock-y thing. The heart monitor was still at a monotonous beep. That pleased him. And the beep was such a nice change from the cacophony of his thoughts.
It was weird, though. Weren’t you supposed to meet other dead people when you died? Or go to some pearly white gates so you could be told how shitty a person you were, only to be sent down to the fiery pits of hell where every other person went?
He had imagined death being different.
Then he sensed the doctors step away from his body and pull the sheet over his face. Suddenly, he could see. And feel and hear properly. It was like being alive, except you couldn’t interact with anyone. No flying, no walking through walls… no sheet with eye holes cut in the front. It was exactly like being alive.
God.
Fucking.
Damn it.
