2005

Just a body

Just another body. Just another case. Or was I case? I was just another young adult trying to live life to the fullest. Every night I drank and the mornings I dealt with a raging headache. The weekends were when I did everything. I drank, smoked, did drugs and had sex. People didn't see me as the girl trying to find a way to be happy. They saw me as the girl trying to escape my depression. They may be the same, but there comes a time when they are completely different. And this was the time.

Now I could hear every step the mortician made. It's funny how people think once they die they go somewhere or no where at all. But they're wrong. And right. Once you're gone, you don't really know it. You just black out and wake up wherever. But you can't answer or respond or do anything. You're practically in a coma. Except you're dead. It's kind of peaceful and scary yet irritating. People set you up to be something you're not and you cannot defend yourself. Once you're gone you're gone. So I might take a little a nap. I've got all of eternity to.

Nervousness took over my entire body. I don't think I have ever been this nervous in my entire life. I mean going into hot topic for the first time can't be that bad.

I took a deep breath in and entered. I made my way back to the jackets, quickly snatched a misfits jacket that looked to be my size and headed to the cash register.

"You're not gonna check the size or try it on our anything?" I stop dead in my tracks to the sound of more than likely an employee. I new I was a mess and there was no going back. I twirled around to the person and frown.

"Yes I do thank you very much." I say continuing to walk to the cash register. He stands at one and looks at me confused.

"Alright then." He says ringing me up. "That'll be sixty-two ninety-four." I quickly hand over my money and take the jacket. He writes something down on the receipt, then hands it over to me.