Everyone thought I was mad. Insane. Crazy. But, what I really needed, was for someone to listen. To understand. Look deep. Into my eyes. Not just look at my appearence and judge. But, what if... the person that listened to you... cared about you... loved you the most... dies. Disappears. Becomes dust. Ashes. Dinner to the maggots. They decompose into nothing but a memory. I cried to many times, after my love died. I felt angry at myself. For not telling him the way I felt. How important he was.
I lay here upon his grave. His music blaring. The cops pick up the headphones to hear " I'll haunt you forever baby." A hand checks for a pulse. " She's dead!" Yells someone. No one is there to cry over my death. Because, no one gave a fuck. No one gave a fuck. Fuck you too.
My blood soaks through to Joshua's coffin. I could hear his evil laugh in my ear. Our ghosts walk hand in hand. We rule the underworld. We haunt your world. So watch yourself. Don't be some dumb fuck that doesn't believe in us. You'll pay. Joshua's smile almost revives my dead body. But, I stay dead. We watch as the ambulance comes to take away my body. Not to make a scene. I was buried next to him.
- - - - - 20 Years Later - - - - - - - - - - -
" Wow. I can't believe they died twenty years ago." Said Johnny. Our old bandmate. Holding his wifes hand. They laid roses on our graves. His wife turned around, and saw our ghosts smirking at them. " Johnny..." She said. He turned around. " What?" She shook her head, with a smile. " It's nothing. I just miss them." They walk hand in hand towards there car. Without there knowledge, Joshua and I walk hand in hand behind them.