Where The Dead Go

My name is Onyx Connor, and I've been dead ever since the 1950's. My mother is a cheater; she is a stripper at Lick My Lolli. My father is a business man so he never has time for me or his family. So since my mom has to pretty much take care of me, she would occasionally bring me to help at Lick My Lolli. It's a disgusting place. I would help with the alcohol, although I'm only 16. I had an awful life, to some that wouldn't sound that bad but my mother abused me; and that's why I'm dead. My mom would beat me every day for no reason. But one day she went too far. Maybe something upset her at work, I can't be very sure. But that one day she beat me like no tomorrow. She stabbed me in the chest with the handle of a steel knife, she kicked me in the stomach, in the face, in the crotch, in various other places. She let me drop to the floor and yelled at me to "GET THE FUCK UP!" but that was the last thing I heard then everything went black, I feel cold, I couldn't hear anything but myself. I was no longer breathing so I was no longer alive. But since god didn't send me to heaven or hell, I'm stuck on earth, watching my dad try to get me to a hospital, since he came home from work seconds after I was knocked out. He called 911. He told my mother to leave and that she had no right to be anywhere near anyone, she was a lunatic. My dad knew he was being cheated on, but he thought he loved her and that they were all one night stands. Boy was he wrong. My mother would fuck any man as much as they wanted as long as they told no one. She pretty much had a sex addiction. Since my dad was never really around to help that, she got a job as a stripper and fucked anyone.

My life now, isn't life it's still death, but I'm forced to go to school, The School For The Dead And Cursed. We go there to learn how we died, but if we already know, we should be just be having normal school courses, right? Wrong. This school will tells you that you are the person who drives the steering wheel of someone's life. Well  not exactly, some are supposed to haunt and kill, those who are alive. But some are just there to explore see what happens. We are told to be obedient, but almost no one listens to the headmasters.

I'm in class S #3663, we are known as the "surs", in long form the sufferers and strugglers. We all died in ways that made us sufferer before we died.

So far in the year I haven't talked to anyone. Maybe I'll try to tomorrow, but than again everyone here is so different. The most surprising thing is most of the people I've seen have been around my age.

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