Dead!

Have You Heard the News That You're Dead?

"Alright, you fucking pansy, do it. Do it. Do it! You fucking coward! You're a pathetic piece of shit!" I verbally abused myself and I inched my feet to the edge of the bridge rail, under sped oncoming traffic. "Dad said he wouldn't care if you did it so do it. No, mom said not to! Mom doesn't care, you idiot! She told you, you were a mistake! Stop it, stop it, fucking stop it! She didn't say that! Mom loves me! Dad does too! Stop it!" I mentally argued with myself, gradually getting closer to the edge. "Don't do it this way, idiot! Jump into traffic behind you! No one wants to clean a teenaged faggot off of their windowshield! Do it!"

That's it.

I'm. Done.

I'm done with my family.

I'm done with Jamia.

I'm done with the fucking voices in my head.

I'm done with people calling me an emo faggot.

I'm done with life.

I. Am. Done.

I felt the rain trickle onto my abnormally pale skin. Great, even my death has to be in the rain. Just like my birth. There was a small group of people gathering around me, watching me as if I was a freak show, yelling to myself. They all spoke quietly.

"What's he about to do?"

"Why is he talking to himself?"

I looked around as more people gathered. I started to get nervous. Someome would try to stop me. I didn't want to be stopped. I slowly backed away from the edge of the bridge as more people gathered. I ignored their calls to stop walking backwards into the street before I get hurt. Ha. I've been in worse pain. I stopped in the first lane and turned. Facing traffic. There was a huge truck about 70 feet away, which isn't that far away.

"Franklin Anthony Iero! Stop! Please, don't kill yourself!" Mom.

"Mom, I'm sorry! I-its too l-late! He told me to do it! He told me to kill myself!" I yelled back. The truck was 30 feet away and it was blaring its horn once it saw me.

"Frankie! Who told you to do it? Whoever it was, don't listen to them! You're stronger than them!" 15 feet.

"The voice," I whispered, staring at the truck that was 10 feet away. 5 feet. "The voice told me to do it." I finished. That was it. I heard a bang, and felt myself be thrown a couple feet. I heard tire screeching, screaming, crying, yelling. My name being called by my mom and Dad. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I felt someone shaking me. I felt more and more people shaking me, rubbing my hair, telling me to wake up. Oh, I wanted to. I immediately regretted this.

Am I dead?

I felt absolutely terrible. I just caused my parents so much pain. The pedestrians innocently passing and then had to witness a kid commit suicide, right in their fucking line of vision. The driver, oh fuck me, the driver. I can't imagine how bad he feels. Am I still breathing? I am. I'm still breathing, but barely. It was gradually slowing down.

"Frankie, oh, Frankie! Please, stay with us, c'mon, you're still there! Don't die, god, Frank! Someone! Did someone call an ambulance?!" My mom cried, shaking me. I heard a random man in the background call, "I did, they will be here very shortly," My mom sobbed and choked out a thank you. I heard distant sirens and they got closer and louder.

Then it stopped.

Everything stopped.

My whole body hurt like hell from then on. I couldn't hear anything. But then the pain stopped and the noise resumed. What the hell was that? I looked around. I was inside and ambulance. Though, it wasn't me. I was me, but then I wasn't. Because I was looking right at my body. My mom was gripping my hand, spitting out profanities while the paramedics tried to pry information from her, but all she could do was cry.

I held my hands out. I inspected them. Something was off. Oh, maybe because I'm fucking transparent! I was scared for two reasons. One, I didn't know what was going on and two, I was staring at my lifeless body. So I am dead? Well, I was floating, and no one acknowledged that I was there, so I guess I was dead. Am I a ghost? Awesome! I've always wanted to be a ghost, so score! But my mom, she looks devastated.

"Y'know, he told me and his father that he loved us before walking out of the house. His uncle bought him a very expensive watch that he wore everyday and never took off unless he was going to sleep. But today was different. He took off the watch, put it in his father's hand, then he hugged us and took off his jacket," She stopped and sniffled. "Then he said 'I love you guys. Don't forget that, no matter what happens.' Then he left. Me and his father were very worried, so we followed him. Then, we saw him do it. I can't believe my baby is actually gone."

"We're very sorry, Mrs. Iero." Was all the paramedic said. Mom wiped her eyes and nodded. He sat down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and laying my head on it. "I'm so sorry, mom. I love you so much." I whispered. I closed my eyes, feeling her start to shiver slightly underneath me.

So this is what its like to be dead.

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First story woo! I know I'm a very bad writer and this is very short, but I hope you all enjoy! More chapters up later, and they should be much longer, I just wanted you guys to get a feel for what happened. Bye! ❤ xoxosatan