Hi. My name is William Finch. I am 19 years of age. Uhh, I sound so formal. Call me Will Finch...or Will, that works too. I sorta woke up in the middle of a park today. God I must've been drunk last night. I can't actually remember much of last night...mainly waking up. I got up, and I dusted myself off. I relaxed a bit, strolled calmly towards my house, and thought about how I'm not on a deadly hangover from last night. I walked along the pavement, and I saw that the tram was just stood still, surrounded by police, and a spec ops car. I think somebody got whacked by the tram...oh, the stupid people of today. They were probably busy on their phone! I jogged over to see if I knew the person...nobody even stopped me, which I thought was peculiar. Wow...this person resembles me so much!
"He looks like me. WHY does he look like me?!" I stressed to the officer. He just...ignored me. Didn't even take a short glance like most people. Almost as if I was invisible...that'd be cool. Anyway, I tried to tap him on his shoulder, but he did not respond. At that point, I gave up on the officer. I strolled towards the spec ops van. I saw Chameleon! All 3 of them! Jason, Patrycia, and most importantly Jeanette. "Hi! Guys! it's me! Will!" Again, I was ignored...Jeanette would usually whisper an awkward word or two, either saying hi, or go away. She was beautiful, though. Brown hair, green eyes, and she was sweet...
"Oh, it's this kid. Mashed up by a tram? I knew he was too much of a hyperactive child for us." Jason was cold-hearted. It made him a good leader. Chameleon's front man. That statement made me feel hurt, though...
"He was probably trying to find us...poor kid. He was always trying to show us something." said Jeanette while kneeling down slowly beside my body. She stroked my head...Jeanette is finally touching me!
"Oh, Jeanette. Look at you, getting all sentimental and shit. He's just another dead boy! We see bodies every day, for fuck's sake." Patrycia didn't like me either. Thought I was too clingy. (although she was probably right.) Jeanette got up, and held Patrycia to a fence.
"Shut the FUCK up you miserable bastard." I'd never heard Jeanette use such words. It was shocking, but I was slightly excited by her fury, no lies. Jason carried Jeanette off of Patrycia. They all slowly walked back to the body. It was slow, and additionally very tense. Patrycia worked at a morgue before she joined Chameleon. She examined my body, and didn't say much. All I understood was "mauled by a tram." By now, I'd already figured that I am dead. But why am I still here? What's keeping me here, for god's sake?
