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Have you ever wondered what it's like to die? What it feels like? What you see? Will you remember anything in the afterlife? Is there an afterlife? The truth is, it's nothing like you would think it would be. It's not a dark tunnel with a light at the end leading you to the gates of heaven, it's not even a flashback of your life. You're just... there. I'm probably not making any sense right now, you're probably wondering how I know this. Well, I'm dead. I committed suicide about seven months ago. I laid there on the bathroom floor, behind a locked door on the cold tiles. The tears running down my face and the names in my head. The razor in my hand and the blood on my towel. It sounds like a painful way to die doesn't it? Well, that's where your wrong. Your arm goes numb and your dizzy to tell what's going on. Why? THat's what everyone asked. Just one little word, nothing after... why? But they knew why, they were just too afraid to admit that they were the ones that drove me to commit suicide. But I'll tell you why, I'll tell you what they did, and what was going through my head. How I was feeling and who I really was...
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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