"I do this a lot. I walk around with no real destination to waste away the day. This, like the rest of my day is spent by myself. I seldom see people but when I do they walk right on past without giving me any notice. No, don't feel bad for me. That's the way I like it. A lonely girl with no home. No body misses me. I've travelled for week without a single sign that they're looking for me. No flyers, no amber alert. I guess they never really cared. Or perhaps this is all a dream. I guess I'll just let my legs take me where they may. Lately I've been able to walk for hours on end without even a yawn. I don't feel like I have energy, I feel nothing. And that's what I'll find out today. My legs have led me back home. I see my family. I expect them to be mad, or relieved. But they don't even take notice. I watch them with cautiously as they all gather in the car. I run after them and can surprisingly catch up. They finally arrive all dressed in their Sunday best and go to church. I must have mistaken the days as today is just a Saturday. I follow them in and stand in the rows of family and friends. I don't understand why they all seem so upset. I understand church is boring but it's not that bad. I finally get a glimpse at what they're all looking at. A girl all dolled up in a pretty dress, sleeping in a bed of pillows. It was then that it hit me. That girl is me. This is not a dream, this is not life. This is death. I am dead."
