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I Don't Get it

I don't get it. Humans are never grateful of the oxygen that they use to breath, they are never grateful for their heart, that pumps blood into their blood stream. Or for their brain, lungs, legs, arms, fingers and all they are given at birth. They are never grateful for any of that, until they depend on them, when they are dying. They all say more! More! I want more! Or they are never satisfied with their bodies, so they say 'inject them with plastic.' Or fill the wrinkles up so I look youthful.

It's all about how others see you.

Isn't it?

I figured that God just had favourites. He sculpted them to be this perfect, so that the people with less could have role models to look up to, or tell the hairdressers that they wanted a 'Taylor Swift bob.' I guess God had liked my sister. She was beautiful. And she took makeup as an advantage. She would cake her face with the clayey substance and flatiron her hair everyday. The pressure put on her completely changed her by 30 pounds. She starved herself to the point where you could see her ribs. The turn around point in her life was when it she needed medical treatment, she went to the same hospital that I died in.

I couldn't exactly remember what had happened that night. It was Latino night at the Pulse, my favourite club. A person had spiked my drink just to spite me, as I lay on the couch slurring my words trying to pick up some tall, sun kissed Cali girl. The quest failed so I decided to go to the DJ to request some pickup songs. I was halfway across the dance floor before I heard loud pierces of sounds that you could hear over the blaring music. I thought 'hey, it might just be fireworks or part of the song,'
I was wrong.
I looked around and saw people running for their lives, screaming louder than a banshee. I ran to the opposite wall, I plastered myself onto the wall. I look to the ground and see that nice Cali girl on the ground a dark red liquid dribbling from her white blouse as she coughed up blood. We met eye contact for a split second before she coughed up more blood.

"Run."

She whispered before she collapsed to the ground. Her blond hair was matted with others blood. Other poor unfortunate souls littered the ground. The world slowed down, I felt nauseous from all the blood, and I swore I saw white ghostly figures leaving the physical bodies of their earthly beings. My knees weaken as I start trembling.
"Help me!"
"Please, I'll do anything!"
"We have done nothing wrong!"
"I have a family, a husband, children. Does that mean anything to you?!"
I here all of these before, one by one they all are silenced. I can't move, my knees are as hard as cement, glued with super glue. I only now hear my breath, the music still blaring in my ears. I finally tell myself that if I don't move, I too will get shot. I start shuffling towards the door. I see the murderer, with a semi-automatic rifle and pistol. He turns towards me. I try to not break into sobs because I know that it will blur my vision. I gulp a breath of hot air before I sprint towards the door.
I think I am finally free.
I will get out of here alive.
I will see my family again.
I start to jump off the stairs before I hear a crack in the silence. My back instantly is pierced with a pellet of some sort. I don't land on my feet, they give in and I fall to the floor.
My tears blur my eyesight as I pray to God that I will survive. I feel a wet liquid drip down my back as I cry. The murderer doesn't come back for me. I feel lightheaded, and my eyelids start to flutter shut. Several minutes later I hear footsteps and shouts. I looked over to see several SWAT officers kick down the bathroom door, they entered and shot something multiple times. I fluttered my eyes shut, knowing that I was safe, others were safe and I was able to stop worrying. A warm hand pressed their two fingers to my throat.
"She's alive!" A man shouted.
'For now'. I thought.
"Quick, get her to the hospital!" He yells.
"It's going to be all right, you're going to be okay." I mumble in return.
For a second, I believe him.

I leave this earth at 5:32 am. Nobody saw my last breath except for the doctor and palliative care nurses.
And I am at my funeral now. As whatever I was, spirit, ghost, poltergeist? I had no idea.

But I died with pride, knowing that I was loved and especially happy of what I had accomplished in my life.

So here I am, at my funeral.

#loveislove

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This is shitty as hell but I kept to the facts. Then again, Wikipedia is a terrible site.