23 parts Ongoing I'm pretty sure I am dead.
I know what other people say about me. I know what they whisper about me, talking like they know crap. They know nothing. But to give you a little insight into who this story belongs to, here's what they say so far about me: brave, arrogant, a leader, funny, dependable, responsible, and probably handsome on the outside.
But on the inside? Huh, you probably would've seen a grave.
And I don't know which one is the real grave-where my heart lies, or where my feet are standing right now.
I felt the hot smoke enveloping and touching the inside of my throat before it was pushed back out of my mouth, and I couldn't take my eyes off the tombstone.
What a joke.
To be alive just to stay dead and be alive again.
To be lost and be found.
To leave and to return.