Confusion and FamilyMature

I still don't know if I am dead. It's funny isn't it? How do you not know if you're dead? I mean, nobody sees me, I am there but nobody sees me, well I think I'm there. I don't remember dying as such, but then again I didn't think I would. See, religion wasn't a hobby of mine. Sure I was Christened, I made my Communion and my Confirmation, but God? By the time I was 14 I was pretty convinced there was no God. So I didn't expect much to happen after I died, I didn't expect anything to happen. Although like I said, I don't know if I'm actually dead.

Wait, I'm sorry, but who are you? I've been chatting away and I know nothing about you. I would love to know something about you. That is if you can hear me, that is if you are listening. What's your name? Where are you from? How old are you? How young are you? Oh, this is pointless. If you are telling me, I'm sorry I can't hear you, another problem with being dead/not really being dead, I don't know if anyone is actually answering me. It's kind of like writing, I don't know how you are feeling, only how I am feeling. Which right now, is confused, and scared.

I had a family you know? Or have a family. Again, I'm not sure. A Mam, a Dad and a sister. They are amazing people, I was lucky to have them. Oh I'm sorry, I don't know if I should speak in past tense or present. I have decided I will speak in past tense. Assuming I am dead. Anyway, I was so lucky to have them. I was a freakishly good child, of course we had our arguments, but we were all best friends. I miss them. I miss hugging my little sister, she is the image of me. My little twin. I miss my Mam's smile and my Dad's hilarious laugh. I apologise, I have to take a break.

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