Promise of Death

He died. Right in front of me. I felt so helpless and now he's gone forever. I'm jealous. I wanted that while he didn't want to die. But maybe I am dead already? No one knows for sure the point where you actually die. Most people think it's the point when the body of someone isn't alive anymore, but there are also some people that think the point where you die is when you lose your ability to feel emotions. Actually both is correct. Your physical death is when your body dies while your mental death is when you lose your feelings. I'm sorry. I got carried away. This is not about the point of death. This is the story of how I died. How did I die? Who killed me? Am I even dead? I don't even know that anymore. It all started quite a while ago. I remember being bullied for being different. It's not my fault that I am different from others. At least that's what I keep telling myself. How can I be so sure of that? Maybe it was my own actions that made me this way. You're expecting this to be horror? Oh right... I put that into the description... Don't worry. I didn't forget about it. It's just not time for something horrific yet. Huh? It's time to end this chapter? Fine. I'm sure we'll meet again in the next chapter if you want to know more, but for now it's time to say goodbye.