Lost In My Own Shadows

My first death

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Why? Why do all my death have to seem like something out of a movie? Why cant it just be normal, without all the sad music playing in the background? Because... I'm a freak... I'm not normal.

The first time I died was in 1997, it was winter at that time, my parents weren't home, and the shack we lived in was freezing, literaly, the water dripping down from the tap froze. I felt insecure, every sound I heard made me turn my head, I felt like someone was watching me, and the thing that made it even more scarier was the fact that our door and windows couldn't lock. Thoughts were welling in my head, the only thing that kept me from creeping under my blankets was the beautiful silhouettes of the shadows, the flickering candel light, wavering under the howling of the  wind. Suddenly I felt something/someone behind me, I turned around slowly, my eyes darting across the room, "nothing" I thought  "just the wind" But even I knew that I was kidding my self, and I was even more sure when I heard a tapping sound on the window, it was slow, just a light tapping sound, but it was enough to make me jump out of my skin, I ran over to the window, but I couldn't see anything, the cold mist made it almost impossible. I pressed my hand against the glass, but noticed that the mist was coming from the outside. Then, all of a sudden, I saw a handprint on the glass, it was faint, but I sure it was there, water trickling down. My hands were shivering, I tried to turn away, but I felt as if my feet were stuck to the ground, and I couldn't tear my eyes away as the fingers slowly moved up and down the window, I didn't understand what it was saying, but as I slowly tilted my head, I could just make out the words " You Owe Me" I didn't understant what that meant, and I didn't know who was on the other side, but I was frightened, the stabbing pain of fear slowly making its way through my body. Then the lights had to go out at that time, I was trapped, still standing there, feet frozen to the ground. The door creaked, the tired wood sagging under the weight of the person pushing, footsteps, getting louder and louder, echoing through the house. The persons shadows cast across the walls, but this time, instead of being beautiful, it was creepy, the person came, dressed in rags, long hair tangled and dusty, sunken eyes full of revenge and hatred, the old lady shuffled stiffly across the room, and thats when I noticed, in her wrinkled hands, an axe, reflecting the moonlight seeping in through the place she had written, her shuffling footsteps came nearer, her long black hair brushed against the yellowness of her old tired face, her pale lips pulled back into a sneer, as she raised the axe.

That was the last thing I ever saw that day.

The next thing I knew, I was an 8th grader living by myself in a small town near new york, in 2012.

But now, I just threw that life away. My life in 2012 was bad, but maybe not that bad that I had to end it. i guess the only reason they let me live again was because it wasn't my time yet, I was too young, only 13 years old, with a pure innocent heart, and now, I had just ruined it.

This death was different from the one before, this time, instead of blacking out instantly, conciousness left and came back to me again and again. The world underwater faded and blured. After a while of that happening, I slowly started to leave my body, bit by bit until I was looking down at myself from above the lake. I looked horrible, eyes wide open, lips parted mid-scream. I wished for once that I could die like those people in the movies, sprawled out in an elegant position, looking as if they were sleeping.