Because I’m dead.
Not in a figurative way either I mean I’m physically dead, deceased, pushing up daisies. Whatever way you want to put it is fine by me. It’s not like I have any say in it.
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My hazel eyes that glistened with the thirst for life and never dying hope were now dull and lost without the zest that consumed them.
Talk about a bummer, am I right?
I tucked the picture back into my wallet and closed the box and stuck it back on the shelf. As soon as I placed it back in it’s rightful place, a sharp, searing pain shot through my hand, I clutched my hand, surprised that the deceased could still feel pain and more importantly, why I was feeling the stinging pain.
Tears welled in my eyes, which was another surprise. Shutting them, I fell to the floor, writhing in pain which was slowly engulfing my whole body by now. Suddenly it stopped just as soon as it started. I carefully opened my eyes and peered around. Darkness., That’s all I could see or feel, I failed my arms around and was surprised to hear the dull clang of metal, I kicked and thrashed till whatever I was in, opened a crack. All of a sudden a harsh light hit me in the face. I sat up straight, breathing heavily. I regained my bearings and realized I was sitting in a coffin.