A Fallen Angel From The End

There I was, at the edge of death. No life to hold me back. I want to live but I want to die even more. I don't belong here, with them. I'm different, I'm left out. I am merely just a soul that was a waste to be created, to be let into this world. Right now I will step off this edge, I will not stay any longer. No one is stopping to watch me fall. Not my whore of a mother or my psycho father, not even my best friend. What's the point of life if no one wants you there? Everything goes black but surprisingly I am still alive! I look around myself, there is now no one here except for me. Blackness surrounds my empty, cold and lifeless body. My heart stops beating but I am still breathing. Blood starts to leaks out of my veins from the cuts I left. Yes, that is true. I do cut myself. I feel that if my blood, my emotions, escaped me, so will this bad life. A life where no one is around to watch you die. From the blackness comes a voice. Not loud nor quiet. "Listen, what do you hear?". "Silence", I reply. The voice does not answer but a white light begins to shine. It gets brighter, and brighter and before I knew it I was fully consumed by light. Was I in heaven? Was I still conscious? Is this all a dream? Apparently not. Coldness runs down my spine as I feel a breath of fresh air. I turn around but no one is there. "Take my hand", the same voice said. I did as I was told even though I don't know where the voice is coming from. There is actually no one there, except for me and the white light that consumed me. I suddenly felt really sleepy. My eyelids were getting heavier, my mind growing weaker with every second that passes. Then blackness again. I wake up in a hospital, surrounded by people. Not the ones that love me, only the self-obsessed paparazzi wanting to hear the latest story on how a fucking 13 year old boy can survive a one thousand feet drop and hit solid ground. Flashing camera lights hit my eyes, causing me to put my hands over my eyes in instinct. I realize they are not taking photographs of the live body that survived a one thousand feet drop, they are taking photos of the 13 year old boy that died from it. I am alive in a dead body. I am not even alive, I am undead, a spirit to wander the Earth countless days and nights, watching people you love grow old while you stay for eternally a 13 year old boy. I wanted to be noticed but not like this but I realize now what is done, is done. I chose to die so I chose to spend my life stuck eternally as a 13 year old boy.