[ WP ] The after- after life

Here's my story!!! Enjoy! 
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 My friends consisted of a serial killer, kidnaper, and a stalker. Oh and Peggy, she owned 6.5 cats ( She accidentally chopped one in half mistaking it for a loaf of bread. She's blind. ) Then there was me I guess you can say I was suicidal, being that I choose not to wake up from my coma. I had a lot of problems and call me decrepit, but I did n't want to live knowing I'd never fully have my life back. My decision may have altered lives but the beauty of being human is that you're constantly evolving and one day I'll cease to exist. 
 There was no white light beckoning me to come join mystical beaches or an escort waiting to send me down to hell. I was just there. In the world living but with out the substantial problems that come with being alive. 
 The first six months of being dead was the first time I felt alive. I mean if I'm going be honest I jumped of the Empire State Building ten times just for the thrill rush. I could literally do anything. Expect, well drink coffee and eat. That's actually where I meet the clan. In a coffee shop called `` Caffeinated Dreams''. It was n't the first time I had saw deceased people, I saw them everywhere I went, but I did n't want to ask questions. Why disturb something peaceful? 
 They were sitting at a cotton blue booth, talking and laughing. When Jonathan, the stalker, noticed me. God that kid can stare the shit out of you. I freaked a little because no other dead people looked at me like that and Jon tapped, Carl, the killer, and he tapped Reggie, the kidnapper, but whispered to Peggy, the cat killer, who did n't stop looking at the other side of the booth. They were either shocked to see a new girl or recruit me. So I waved. Got to know them and spent the next year and eight months exploring and learning new things. 
 
 Granted I was shocked to find out what they'd done and wanted to disappear but Peggy had been the one to reassure me. `` Not having sight is something I've dealt with all my life. That meant I did n't have to option to judge people by looking at them. Everyone makes mistakes and I'm not saying what they've done is right, but how long are you supposed to live in despair? Life was n't for them'' she had said. She was right of course and believe it or not there actually awesome people. 
 
 Jonathan did n't stalk people to threaten them or make them feel weird. Jonathan was a photographer who liked to capture real moments. When there was an argument over coffee prices, he was there, an enjoyable moment, he was there, when you thought you were alone and the world came falling down on you he was there. Not literally, he just wanted your photo, grande he was an ass for not asking if you were okay. But as you can see he was n't harmful, he was just enchanted by life. He did get charges because they were people's personal life and it got to the point where the cops labeled him as a Stalker. Ruined any chance he had into getting into Pratt's institute for Art. However that did n't stop him, well at lest until he started taking pictures of his ex-girlfriend with her new man. The `` man'' did n't have any patience, not to mention overly protective and jealous, so long story short he bashed Jon's head in with his own camera. Turns out he was a bodybuilder and I'm sure he's even more built now considering he is in prison for life. 
 
 Okay, Carl was a serial killer, but hear me out before you think I'm ludicrous. He killed actual serial killers and rapists and people who deserved to be incriminated. The cops called him a vigilante at first because he got justice on a girl name Sandra who had been trapped in a house for five years and repeatedly rapped and beaten. The praise he got encouraged him more him so he kept on thinking he was doing a public service and he was. It just made him `` unfit'' and mentally unstable. Carl was killed trying to rescue the captain of the police forces wife, who had been abducted and held at gun point as vengeance for a previous case. The head lines read `` Two birds with one stone''. 
 
 Reggie was n't a kidnapper. Media went a blew the story out of proportion. Reggie had a five year old daughter, Rosa, and they lived together with his wife. One day while Reggie was on a father daughter bonding trip with Rosa, his wife found out he was being disloyal and decided to claim vengeance on his actions by calling the police and claimed that Reggie had abducted her child for two weeks and had n't heard from them. Reggie and Rosa were at the public library eating vanilla ice cream while he read to her when the cops raided in and threatened to shoot if he did n't release Rosa. They killed him because he hugged his daughter goodbye. 
 
 Peggy the cat killer. First of all let's think about think this. Yes Peggy is blind, but she's not deaf so what I still do n't understand is how she did n't hear her cats protests of `` Get the hell off me''. That and bread is easy to slice through so I did n't understand how she did n't feel the thickness of that `` bread''. I - I really do n't understand that whole situation but I firmly believe that Peggy likes killing cats. 
 
 So yeah we're a pretty fucked up group. Not my ideal choice of friends I'd pick if I were alive but I mean hey the after life was our second chance at living it again. 
 
 Reggie got to see his daughter everyday. She's 16 now and is a cheerleader at her high school. We go to the games on Friday nights and cheer her on from the crowd. Then have to convince Reggie to not murder her football star boyfriend. 
 
 Carl likes to call himself `` Up-B'' which stands for upgraded Bateman. He spends the night giving off vibes that let the people now to stray away from whatever path there on. So if you ever get goosebumps Carl is most likely screaming at you to not do what you're about to do. 
 
 Peggy became Snow White. No joke she steals animals away from homeowners and they follow her everywhere. Turns out they really do have a sixth sense for seeing beyond reality. 
 
 As for Jonathan and I, we left the city a couple months ago to travel the world. We decided to start our new life together. I got to jump of cliffs and he got to take pictures of it. 
 
 If I had to chose again between being alive and dead. I'd choose to be dead. 
 

