• Now
    Sitting in a cemetary gives you alot of time to think. Of the past; of the dead; of the ones you love. Me though, No. I don't think of anything. I don't even make a sound. The people walking around know I'm here, but they don't stop to say "Hi" or confert me. No one ever does, exept for one. My girlfriend and my now two-year-old daughter. I never got to even hold her. They think I'm "dead"; everyone does. They are putting flowers on my grave as I tell you these words and My girlfriend is starting to speak to my daughter. She is telling her of the past and of me. She will also be telling her of how I came to be dead. Sadly though, I am not, but that is something I will have to explain later on, right now you need to focus on what m girlfriend as to say. Be quiet though, I dont want her to know someone is here, watching. Just listen to here soft voice and try to comperhend the story.

    "Now Emm, sit here on my lap. I think it is time for you to learn about your dad and why he is now with us anymore."

    I like how when she said "dead", she looked up in to the trees, as if I was going to jump out and be alive and fine. I almost felt like I was going to jump out too, but I can't not yet, and maybe never.

    The Beginning
    It was a hot summer day. Five kids, well teens, are running along the beach. Four boys and one girl. One of the boys.........