Death

I first noticed it when my friend died.

I don't really remember much of that day. Just that we were walking, crossing the road while laughing, then in a blurry moment, I was pushed a few feet away as she lay in a bloody heap right under a car.

Paramedics and police showed up, I screamed when they were taking her away, and yelled when my parents dragged me back home until I went into a restless sleep.

I woke up the next morning when my alarm went up with a text from her, asking about yesterday's English homework. I saw her at school too.

The thoughts that it was a horrible dream vanished with the second event about a week later. Mom and Dad when out to dinner, and I was left to my own devices well into the evening.

I fell asleep on the couch while watching T.V. when I woke up to a knock on the door. It was 11:48 p.m.

It took me a minute to get the courage to actually open the door, afraid of a possible axe murderer coming to chop me up.

It wasn't. It was a policeman.

Once again, the world faded in and out as he explained my parents were caught up in an armed robbery. I cried at one point. He stood there awkwardly before telling me to get some rest and that a relative would come for me tomorrow.

The door slammed shut and I buried myself in my couch, trying to make myself sleep to just try and get everything over with.

My parent woke me up the next morning, laughing at me for passing out on the couch.

That's when I realized something wasn't right. Of course, it kept happening. I would read about incidents on the news about the deaths of locals, then next see them the next day alive.

It was driving me insane. It got to the point I couldn't remember who was supposed to be dead, and I wondered why so many people were dying. I decided I needed to test it out.

I sat on a bench outside the supermarket, typing away casually on my phone, waiting for that one idiotic driver.

Finally, I caught a car speeding in from my right, getting closer too quickly. I set my phone on the bench next to me and readied myself for the moment.

It was almost passed when I jumped in front.

I was numb when it hit me, sending me crashing into the road with at least one bone getting out a sickening crack. Someone screamed.

People were worried but they shouldn't have been. I was finally going to find out why death wasn't permanent.

When the copper was a bold taste in my mouth, I had a thought. Why was I the only one remembering?

Out of the corner of my eye, a silhouette walked over me. They waved and grinned. I realized then I wouldn't be waking again tomorrow.