i'm trying to come up with a viable explanation for this:
one moment ago i was standing on the overpass, listening to the rumble of cars and semi-trucks hurtling past. and now i'm hovering.
hovering. floating. and when i look down i don't see concrete.
there's a figure crumpled on the ground, its neck twisted at a strange angle. its arms and legs are splayed out and the asphalt around it has dark patches of what i can only guess is ... well. i'm staring at its head. there's a big dark spot forming around it like a halo.
and here's the kicker: it looks just like me.
same gray sweatshirt, same leggings. same tangled, unwashed hair i had when i left the house. all this, and the body's not breathing.
it's not breathing, there's blood soaking onto the overpass asphalt, i'm floating a foot …show more content…
i can't even tell you if it's still warm or not.
i sit back up and watch it unfold.
the driver is panicking now - he's got his cellphone wedged between his head and his shoulder, while he wipes the gravel from the screen of mine. it's shattered, too - huge shards of glass missing from the screen, i can't help but mourn its loss. all around us, other people are stopping - some skirting around the crime scene, others pausing to watch. all these people staring right at me and not even seeing.
my phone's gonna be an issue for my parents to deal with, i think, and then realize - their son is dead. they're busy people, but they're bound to notice soon. that's when i crack. i have a family.
either they'll see me like this - roadkill in the middle of nowhere - or - where do they put dead bodies, anyways? i can hear the ambulance rushing down the road. they'll definitely pronounce me dead on the scene. how long will it take till they find out who i am? how much longer till my parents find out? how will i get home - can i get home? or am i bound to the place i died?
why can't i see anyone else? people die on highways every day. so why am i the only one
one moment ago i was standing on the overpass, listening to the rumble of cars and semi-trucks hurtling past. and now i'm hovering.
hovering. floating. and when i look down i don't see concrete.
there's a figure crumpled on the ground, its neck twisted at a strange angle. its arms and legs are splayed out and the asphalt around it has dark patches of what i can only guess is ... well. i'm staring at its head. there's a big dark spot forming around it like a halo.
and here's the kicker: it looks just like me.
same gray sweatshirt, same leggings. same tangled, unwashed hair i had when i left the house. all this, and the body's not breathing.
it's not breathing, there's blood soaking onto the overpass asphalt, i'm floating a foot …show more content…
i can't even tell you if it's still warm or not.
i sit back up and watch it unfold.
the driver is panicking now - he's got his cellphone wedged between his head and his shoulder, while he wipes the gravel from the screen of mine. it's shattered, too - huge shards of glass missing from the screen, i can't help but mourn its loss. all around us, other people are stopping - some skirting around the crime scene, others pausing to watch. all these people staring right at me and not even seeing.
my phone's gonna be an issue for my parents to deal with, i think, and then realize - their son is dead. they're busy people, but they're bound to notice soon. that's when i crack. i have a family.
either they'll see me like this - roadkill in the middle of nowhere - or - where do they put dead bodies, anyways? i can hear the ambulance rushing down the road. they'll definitely pronounce me dead on the scene. how long will it take till they find out who i am? how much longer till my parents find out? how will i get home - can i get home? or am i bound to the place i died?
why can't i see anyone else? people die on highways every day. so why am i the only one