How. I. died.

6 ft Under (Part 1)

(Warning, Viewer Discretion Advised: If you're easily disgusted or creeped out I'd suggest not reading this chapter. But I mean if you like murder and suicide then go ahead and read this. Maybe also get a therapist and some help.

-Author)

I walk through the cold hallway. Many people are in their groups chatting about almost everyone. Everyone but me. This hall is filled with people, but I feel so alone. I've learned that I really don't fit in. I mind my own business. I had a friend once. Actually, we were more than friends. Our brains made a chemical connection, a connection we humans call love. I gave him my everything and he did too. We were perfect for each other. We were.

Were.

He died... My one and only died. My everything. My soulmate.

Ever since I've been depressed. I've avoided as much human interaction as possible, I don't care about how I look, I can't bring myself to do basic human tasks like eating, drinking or sleeping on a regular schedule. One meal a day, 2 cups of water and 4 hours or less of sleep.

Heh, I'm pathetic aren't I. I can't even get over this loss. I mean it's not the first time someone died when I needed them. My father left me as a child when I needed him in my life. My mom was only 17 when she had me. She worked 3 jobs to support us. She went to work and never came back. The next day the police found a body. Completely lifeless, she was brutally murdered. Her body parts were spread around, parts were burned or cut into smaller pieces. There were bugs and stray animals all around her. She was a beautiful lady but now... now she looked like a prop from a horror movie or just something from a ghost story. I soon was moved to a foster family...

To Be Continued...