Newlydeads. The bus had called the people in here newlydeads.
I am dead. I have been for, I suppose, ten or so hours. That, I can wrap my head around.
I leaned back, letting my head roll to the side, pressed on the glass of the window, I started thinking (which, for future reference I should try to avoid doing) of back home. Back home with mom and dad and Turtle the cat and Vikki and Charlie and that playground down the street with that missing fourth step on the slide's rusty ladder.
I wonder what they're doing now.
For my own ego, I assumed that they were in mourning- faces red, stained with tears. All because of me. For some reason, this gave me satisfaction.
I backtracked, shooing away those thoughts- banishing them to the land of thoughts I really should not have thought (right next to the land of jokes I shouldn't have told/laughed at- it's a really big place of regret) and sat upright. The mirror had fogged up where I had been leaning, bluring the world behind it slightly. I began doodling- a dot here, one there, and then a smile- creating the very same happy face that adorned the margins of my school notes.
A man near the back- the large one wearing a baseball cap- sneezed loudly.
The whole bus came to life simultaneously, erupting in a chorus of 'bless you's and 'gesundheit's, all of us turning back to face the now read-faced man who was mumbling quick thanks yous and sinking further and further down his seat.
Newlydeads, the word refuses to leave my mind, as the bus moves on
I am dead. I have been for, I suppose, ten or so hours. That, I can wrap my head around.
I leaned back, letting my head roll to the side, pressed on the glass of the window, I started thinking (which, for future reference I should try to avoid doing) of back home. Back home with mom and dad and Turtle the cat and Vikki and Charlie and that playground down the street with that missing fourth step on the slide's rusty ladder.
I wonder what they're doing now.
For my own ego, I assumed that they were in mourning- faces red, stained with tears. All because of me. For some reason, this gave me satisfaction.
I backtracked, shooing away those thoughts- banishing them to the land of thoughts I really should not have thought (right next to the land of jokes I shouldn't have told/laughed at- it's a really big place of regret) and sat upright. The mirror had fogged up where I had been leaning, bluring the world behind it slightly. I began doodling- a dot here, one there, and then a smile- creating the very same happy face that adorned the margins of my school notes.
A man near the back- the large one wearing a baseball cap- sneezed loudly.
The whole bus came to life simultaneously, erupting in a chorus of 'bless you's and 'gesundheit's, all of us turning back to face the now read-faced man who was mumbling quick thanks yous and sinking further and further down his seat.
Newlydeads, the word refuses to leave my mind, as the bus moves on
