You know your friends? You ever morbidly wonder about where theyll go in life? What things will be like for them in the future? Aswell as some of your former friends, and yourself? I do alot. I just felt like writing something.
Lets imagine I'm dead for a second.
Im sat in purgatory, a little waiting room really. Like the lobby of a hotel, everyone goes to the reception but nobody is truly stuck there. They check what you did, make some calls, and your sent to either heaven or hell. But thats what most people believe. I was made to live here, Yknow?
You kill yourself in your 20's and get stuck here. I didnt do anything wrong really. But yknow, just lose it! I regretted turning a gun on myself but its better than killing others. You go to hell for that, the boiler room, theres no empathy if thats what do you. Which I get, taking other people with you is bad. But theres still a reason. Thats why people feel empathetic for some horrid people.
Watching the news right? Musing about my old friends to some other people. We have internet here and theres a few others who live in the waiting room with me but, you still get lonely, yknow? It took a few years to get some more people in with me. We get along well.
This first one, he's still alive, left him behind when I commited suicide in that old apartment of mine, same for all of, em really. But he well, was a fuckboy to say the least. I hate that term but its true. He made mistakes in life and now lives, medicated, but still regretful. I miss him really.
And the second one. He left me before I could ever kill myself and I hate him. He transisioned to male and is a renowned fursuit maker. I wonder if he regrets what he did but Ill respect his pronouns, no matter what. He gave me no dignity but I will give him his.
We get to our third now. She talked to me alot and I had a smidge of a crush on her. One day i saw she had accidentally overdosed on drugs. It sucked. She went to heaven for that. I miss her alot though. That was a bad way to go out im sure.
I keep on musing and soon the news flicks over, I see one of my other former friends. Its his face right? But its something he would never do. You dont expect a dear friend of yours to shoot up a place. You never expect that. He hadnt snapped or anything, it was meticously planned and for political purposes. I now have to await the time i see him in the waiting room, lined up, to go to the boiler room of hell with all the other shooters and other types of terrorists. First though i see his victims coming in 1 by @, all being sent off to heaven. I didnt manage to get anything in to them at all but. It was surreal, yknow?