It has been 4 days since my life came to a senseless end.
I was still wandering around the streets in my uniform even after I watched my family collect my body.
Right now at my funeral, I was acknowledging my classmates who came to pay respect in front of a desk with my portrait on it.
“Yo~ Park-Gyu-Chul! You came? Dude- You used to boast you would never come to my funeral, but you showed up.
Really, I only have you~HaHaHa.”
“…………..”
The only downside is, they cannot see the gestures and the words I am saying.
I thought I could be seen as a ghost at night, but that also failed.
Beneath my pictures, there was a mountain-like stack of white lilies and I sighed bitterly while watching it.
Since I’m a newly made soul, I was enjoying the new benefits -for example, going through walls and flying around. It was fun, but I was worried that I’ll run out of stuff to do once I get used to it.
Should I fulfill my lifelong dream of travelling the world leisurely? Ah, that might be good.
If there is one question, it is that I have no idea why the grim reaper hasn’t showed up.
It has been said that when you die, the grim reaper appears and leads the soul to heaven or hell.
Yet, it’s already 4 days since I died and the grim reaper still hasn’t appeared before me; even the bright light that showed up in the movie, ‘Ghost,’ was absent.
Can it be those were all made up from people’s imagination? Can this be how things end? Huh…that’s very depressing.
Still, I was hoping I would meet a soul in a similar situation but there were no other souls in this neighborhood. I guess this neighborhood has a low death rate.
‘Surely, I won’t be alone forever?’
Suddenly, I felt uneasy and I bit my lip a little.
I’ve always been alone, but I hated it. If I’m alone, then I’ll start forgetting my personal identity.
Who am I? Why am I here? What is my goal and who am I alive for? etc etc..
I’d rather be beaten by my drunk father’s golf club then ask questions with no answers.
If my father knew my thoughts, then he would enjoy it more and hit me harder.
Then my mother would shake her head from side to side while murmuring ‘Poor bastard’. My brother and sister would squint their eyes at me.
It’s something I experienced so much that I feel no sadness as I am used to it.
To be truthful, no one in my family likes me.
I was the runt of the family. There was a large age difference between me and my elder siblings. There wasn’t much fondness between us.
My father was a maverick that hated children. Of course, my mother felt frustrated with the increase in family members when our household was already poor.
Usually, late babies are spoiled among normal households. I was born in the wrong household.
Look at my situation right now. I had observed carefully for the past 4 days. Since the youngest son died, they had a funeral but none of my family members showed any signs of sadness.
I think their feeling is around the level of ‘He was going to die any ways. It’s a shame he was born using up our household resource, son of a bitch.’
