A Beyond Birthday Story (Requested by AnimangaRocks)

Chapter One

January 21, 2004

California State Prison, Los Angeles County.

I leaned against the wall of my cell staring at nothing in particular, letting my mind drift about in thought. Possible escape plans, ways to entertain myself, strawberry jam, death....

Death.

A simple word, bathed in complexity. It isn't the word that's complex, but rather what comes after it. Nothingness, Heaven, Hell, bliss, reincarnation, or perhaps even turning into a ghost. The thought made me laugh out loud. Ghosts supposedly stay on earth because they still have regrets.....

Regrets.

I have only one regret, and that is that I did not die. If only I had died the way I wanted to, the way that was meant for the fourth, and final, victim.

Victim.

I wonder if you could really call the people I killed victims. They never felt any pain, they weren't tortured. They were going to die one way or another, whether it be by my hands or not. The numbers which only I could see never lied. Not even once. Even if I wanted them to. There was nothing I could do.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing, no matter what I tried, they would always die, one way or another.

A sound from the cell next to mine interrupted my thoughts. It sounded like someone collapsed. As I got up to try and inspect the matter further, I felt my heart stop momentary then beat at a very odd rhythm. Then I felt pain emerge from my chest . Was I dying or a heart attack? At the age of 21?

My vision blurred as my entire body went limp.

I feel to the ground.

My mind was blank.

I breathed my last breath, and died, right there, on the floor.