𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℋ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒟ℴ𝓃ℯ?

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽

There was two things I wanted in that moment, A to kill the girl/guy/"thing" in front of me, and B kill myself. I don't remember what day it was, because I don't keep track of that stuff, but i know it was during theater. Long story short I quit. It was not only not a wierd environment with a capital W, but I also just don't care for theater. I don't think I would've lasted long there anyways. I would've punched the first person to give me shit. I guess I'm just not built for it. Any who, that day we were doing call backs, I had originally hoped to get the part of Sophie in "Mamma Mia!", which I totally flunked, not that I really cared. I was pared with someone, cant remember their name, and I had made the dumb mistake of putting my all into it. Not that it mattered. Stupid me, putting all I had into the short 45 second scene she gave us. (By "She" i mean my ex theater director/ teacher for AVID/Speach and debate. She's chill) needless to say, I never talked to a single person there after I quit.

I've always wondered where we go when we die. Whether it's the sweet relief of heaven, or the fiery pits of he'll, or if we get reincarnated into someone else

Little did I know, I was only grazing the meaning dying...

First chapter kinda a no-brainer that I worked on this during fucking P.E, pretty obvious, but hope it's enjoyable nonetheless