I wasn't very close with my grandma. But it was still sad thinking about how she was gone just gone. So when I was going through an old photo album, I found an envelope. I opened it.
Empty just Empty, nothing was there.
I woke up dead, I woke up in my funeral. I stood up, not aware of what's going on. Everyone stared; My mom fainted. I realized that this was my funeral. I blacked out, in the hospital I remembered more, I also knew that I went to hell. I cried thinking about it.
My brother came in, he asked me "how just how" as he hugged me. I asked what happened, he said that I killed myself. I asked how again, he said that I had stole my mom's painkillers took them all, and emptied out the whole freezer, and that I slept there to my death.
He said I even left a letter.
