All I could hear was our footsteps on the ground and the crickets serenading us with their now seemingly melancholy chirps. And the sniffles. The constant sniffles of the mourners with their black shawled eyelids and red-rimmed noses. Because death screwed us over. It overlapped us. It overlaps fear, it overlaps happiness. Death overlaps everything that has been or will be. Death turns us into the people we thought we'd never see again. Suddenly that quiet girl that nobody thought much of was the "most beautiful girl who was always kind to everyone, and deserved to live a happy life." Death gives its victims attention, a quiet type of fame. So maybe that's why some people cop out early; to get the attention they could never receive if living.
So perhaps that's why I haven't abandoned the ship yet. Because although I fear no one will care, I know everybody will, and they'll care far too much. People who I've said maybe one word to my entire life will suddenly be giving speeches about my great personality and my stunning soul. The girl who trash mouthed me the other day would claim that she wanted me back and wished that I'd stayed so that we could grow closer. I would rather go unremembered than have people I don't even know pretend as though they care. Pretend that they knew who I was, and how I felt, and what I thought. Because nobody really knows me. Sure my friends know a big part of me, but only the part that I let them see. Nobody has seen the dark side of my moon. Nobody should even dare to go to such a godforsaken place, because they'd come out with something plaguing them that's worse than death. They'd come out of my darkness knowing all the thoughts that swirl in my head. And I would never wish that dreadful fate upon anybody.
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