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WHY THE FUCK WAS THAT ALWAYS MY LAST WORDS? Couldn't I come up with something more poetical? That was my only thought for a few minutes as I lay on the grass below the church spire which towered above me. The damp grass did not make me more cold than I was already, and although the air around me was wet from an obvious earlier rain storm, and the breeze was picking up into a wind, I felt no change in my body temperature; when surely my teeth should have been chattering by now? How the hell was I still alive? My neck and face had simply bounced off the headstone; I had flipped onto my back and I was now lying in the tended grass by the side of it. My neck felt bruised but not painful and because of my awkward land on my arse, that had a dull ache. But I was still alive. Well if that didn't finish me off- I knew what would.
I sat on the train track a mile from the church, waiting for the next train to come along. I thought about just stepping out onto a motorway and getting ploughed into by a car again- if that had finished me off the first time it should have done this time; but I honestly thought that was so selfish. The poor driver would blame themselves all their lives. So train it was, that's nearly a car right? I saw and heard it when it was about 4 miles away, the gushing sound it was making sounding like the peaceful wings of approaching death. Now that was some quality last words. But just as the train was a few feet in front of me, I couldn't stop myself from thinking
Oh shit. This is going to hurt.
But it didn't. Oh sure, I felt the train ram into me, I felt the force of 120 mph train weighing 150 tonnes hit my unmoving stature of a body, but I was just knocked down, the train passing over my body, rumbling like the roar of heard of angry lions sending chills down my spine. I lay there frozen, my back pressing into a wooden slat, feeling slightly winded. The carriages ended and I was left alone. A stupid, apparently immortal, teenager lying on a train track in the dead of night. Alone. I had nowhere to go. I couldn't go home, they thought I was dead. So I went back to my grave, the only place I felt happy in the last few hours.
I had left it in quite a state, dirt was piled everywhere, and someone with my vision could see down clearly into my empty broken coffin. I kicked most of the dirt back into the hole and made it look undisturbed, a difficult feat, but I managed. Sort of. I put back the letters and slowly, heartbreakingly slowly opened the letter on the pink paper. What I saw was not the long letter of love I was expecting but a short, seemingly thoughtless, note.
"How DARE you die on me Pheebs?! I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do without you. FML. If you come back as a ghost- you better PROMISE you will haunt me first. Whatever happens I'll always love you forever and ever... MY BFF.
Lottie. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx times infinity.
p.s. II like Fred. A lot. Have done since I was 14. I know I should have told you before, but now you really will take my biggest secret to the grave. Love You.
p.p.s. yours moms letting us choose a few things to put in your coffin with you. Your Iphone. STANDARD. (we turned it off. Im not sure if they have chargers in hell- JOKES. Heaven. Totes.) A knife- I'm not sure. Fred thinks it might come in handy in the afterlife. And a packet of strawberry laces."
