I am dead. My ghost- my soul, is above my body. Pitiful... I think to myself. Pitiful that this peace of flesh once held me. That this peace of flesh is now broken and bloody. With bones sticking out in small places and flesh ripped off in others. I watch as people start screaming. But all I hear is silence. Some are crying others are on the phone and the police have only now arrived. After 20 minutes. Next the ambulance comes. "Time of death?" The paramedics question covering what once house my mind. I think of the time before they even know.
September 9th 9:35:34, 2033
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