There was a time in my life when Kelvin was my only problem. His pranks were the only thing messing with my entire existence. Now, I had hundreds of missing people to worry about.
Plus, my own brain kept bringing up the most horrific images. I didn't even know what was true or untrue anymore.
Was I even still alive?
I didn't know if I was among the living or the dead.
Was this the afterlife?
As I remained spluttered on the roadside after that creature disappeared, I realized that this was my penance. My very own hell.
I was here for all the cruel things I said to my brother. For things, I thought about my mother. For the ingratitude, I showed to my dad, who did nothing but love me unconditionally.
I was horrible!
That was why I was here.
"Oh! If only I can get a second chance..." I sobbed on the empty road.
