Being dead hasn't been that great. As you would expect seeing as I'm still stuck in the in between and the frustration of either going to whatever place is real. It's so mind boggling to finally be dead, but nothing happened, none of the questions I've asked my entire life, What would the after life be like, is it a good or horrible as they say it is, I wouldn't know! It's exasperating to be dead, BUT NOT GET THE BENEFITS OF BEING DEAD. Why was I cut out of this big deal, was it because I made rituals to every powerful being I could find? Was it because all the places are filled up? I don't know, I'll just continue to sit here in the rocking that they put in my old room. The drum set was still there and the words on the wall
'music expresses that which cannot be said, and on which it is impossible to be silent'
The Piano was still there leaned in a corner the desk though was gone, but the perfect blue Gibson. I can understand why dad was so proud. There was another guitar and a base next to it in the closet now though, a mic stand with its mic were next to them. I feel this is where dad dumped his band supplies off when He married mom. I stood up and look around there wasn't a bed anymore. There was a poster up, probably the only poster they ever put out, every record was on the walls, every CD sitting there sprawled out on a table. This place was like a shrine to the band with a rocking chair and a small table of memory to me in the middle of it. I picked up a magazine dad and some other dude were the cover of. It read 'Ryder and Cody are GAY?' obviously not seeing as I'm here. I flipped to the page where the actual article was written
' Are the famous rockstars GAY for eachother?! That's probably what you're thinking right now, I mean how could they not be gay?' Yeah I'm thinking they may have just been close friends. I finished reading the article that seemed to be written by a 12 year old. This was all bullshit I'm sure dad said the same thing when he saw it. The door opened and my head shot to see who it was. Max! It was Max! It was my brother. He looked sad, I've always hated seeing him sad. I stood up to watch and see what he does. He sat in the chair turning it to face my picture.
"Hey Alex its been a few months. I've been to your grave a few times, it isn't the same. Mom says that talking to you would help cope with your death. I guess it does a little bit. I don't know why because I know your not but it just feels like your actually here with in my reach, listening to me" I am listening. I've always been here to listen to him. He just never had the time to talk. He sighed
"So mom found out who killed dad. She's not even going after him. She doesn't even seem mad. I don't understand it Alex! " he stopped realizing that he raised his voice. I'm still hear listening to someone who doesn't even believe I'm here.
"God. I miss you like hell you know. I wish you could hear me. There's so many things I have to tell you" with that he stood up
"Well bro. As much a I love these little talks, I have to go. I have a date, she's really pretty too." He leaves me sitting back down in the rocking chair in thought.
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Doomed to be Dead
ParanormalAlex was born into a some what strange family. He was the strangest of them though. Because He could speak with lost souls. Sometimes he would even get a soul mixed up with a real person. See weather this becomes a blessing or a curse.
