Rise

Prologue;

I sat up, coughing up my insides, gross.

I was fine, nothing happened, nothing wrong, no damage.

I can just go home.

"Oh that dent in the front? Some homeless guy got angry, don't ask."

Yeah that's a decent excuse, I'd believe that.

I can't believe that, I'm dead.

Do the dead even think?

Or believe?

What do they do exactly?

I was dead.

No, I am dead.

I didn't need proof for myself, I just know I'm dead.

That isn't something I'd like to know, but I happen to.

I moved my head just a centimeter, blood rushing, I wiggled my finger, blood rushing.

Gushing.

Out of my mouth.

And I started hearing things, and for a second, I thought I was dead. I was sure of it.