Breaking The Silence

Inside that human shell there is nothing left. No soul, no power, nothing. It was raining. Always raining. A collection of monsoons and tropical storms. But only in my mind.
I had been cursed like many others. Some say it is a gift. They are sadly mistaken. If it was a gift, I wouldn't cry myself to sleep every night. I wouldn't be permanently stuck in this tidal wave of rain that only existed inside my mixed up head. In reality I shouldn't even be alive. I should be dead, long dead, with anyone else that was a victim. Instead I was chosen. I was one of the few that survives to tell the tale. One that had a beating heart still remaining. It is a curse. A dreaded one that only lives inside the dead. Souls that shouldn't be materialized but are. I am a violation of nature. I am a constant hazard to anyone near me.
It's not like in the movies. There is no sad or happy endings, just a no man's land in between them, where my kind float helplessly around. In reality I shouldn't be alive. I should be dead, long dead along with anyone else who was a victim. Instead I was chosen. I was one of the few that survive to tell the tale. One with a beating heart still remaining...