• I stood in the corner shivering, my back flat against the cold glass panels that lined the walls of the room. It was dark and windy. I could hear the loud thunder and the wind blew into the room, wide opening the doors. The windows were wide opened. I could see it. I could see what everyone couldn’t see. I could see the dead. I could hear it coming towards me, I could feel the pain in its heart, I could see the tears of blood running down its cheeks and I could also feel the anger towards the ones alive. It’s all because I was the dead! I walked around the streets lonely looking for something or someone like me but I couldn’t find any because I never left them alive if they were in front of me. I tried to run away from my self but I couldn’t because I myself was the one who put me in such a dreadful state.

    I reached a dark subway. I heard the footsteps of someone. It was recognizable as soon as it started coming closer, it seemed as if it wasn’t any footsteps. I could see it now coming near me. It was something that I had wished to see never again, it was someone I never imagined I could meet again. It was the same person who I was in love with, who was the reason of my death… I could see him coming towards me the same way he did the last time. He came near and kissed me the same way he did before. The same way he thought I was still alive and shot me, but I woke up again and this time it was not all over because I kept his heart with me………