Redemption Suicide

The Beginning of the End

You may say I'm stupid. That this is stupid. To be honest your probably right. Killing myself, "Was not an option". But, I still did it. Ever since I did the world never stopped moving, nobody cried at my funeral. Hell, nobody even came, at least no one important enough for me to stay alive. So yes, there in the front row of Church of God Baptist Church sat my "family." This so called "family" consisted of my sister, Destiny as she sat quietly playing games on her phone just as the music began to play. Next to her was my aunt who had just walked out to answer a phone call from my brother who was late as usual. Next to where she was seated was my uncle who was probably one of the last people I expected to live longer than me. He was in the armed forces and was known to be the grumpy old goat of the family, at least he was said to be by my father. Next to him was my grandmother, my treasure, my life yet to this day she is no one but a ghost. She is playing with her Kleenex in her hands. Next to her was my father, he wasn't feeling anything. There was absolutely no emotions on his face. He hadn't said anything since I died. Next to him was my mother who was holding his hand. She was whispering in my little brothers ear to sit back in his chair and be quiet. Next to my little brother who was drawling in his chair was my older sister, Stephanie. She had a feeling of remorse. Next to her was her husband, the man who had actually raised me. My father figure if you will, Bryan. In his arms was my baby niece, Scarlet. She was my pride and joy while I was alive. That is until I died I have this weird feeling she can see me. I mean dogs and cats can see me, hell lizards can see me (Don't Ask) so I'm not surprised if babies can as well. Next to them sat my best friend,Xavier. I was surprised when I saw him. He wouldn't come to see me when I was alive but now he's here when I'm dead. How does that make sense? Oh shit the preacher is talking. I wonder what he has to say I mean the only time we ever talked was when I was in Sunday school and he came in and asked how I was then ignored me to talk to his friends. Stupid fuck was afraid of my answer.

Hey, readers this is my first published story it's kind of about myself except I'm not dead. I hope you liked this first chapter. If you want chapter two just message me through Wattpad, or text update to (316)794-6705. Thanks for reading. Bye.