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The light is there for us when we die, right? What bullshit that is. It wasn't there for me. You know, after shooting a bullet through your skull, you'd really think that there'd be a light, or a sign pointing up labeled "Heaven" or something. Ha, wrong. You stay in the exact same place your dead body falls, you get up, and go on walking around like nothing happened. At least that's what I did, just with a little more confusion.

My name's Damien. I was 15 years old when I started to realize no one gave a shit about me. Not my alcoholic of a mother. Not my non-existent dad. I had no friends, I sat alone at lunch. Whenever kids would look at me, I'd hide my face with my hair. But no more of that. Not that I'm invisible now. Right after I shot myself, I realized I wasn't going anywhere. I just wouldn't be noticed anymore. So, same old, same old. At least now I can haunt people and stuff.

And maybe now I can kiss the girl of my dreams without her being able to see me.