Have you ever wanted to escape this world and simply die or get away from it? Yeah, that's how I feel at times. I don't know what to do about it. I need to see a therapist or something. I'm on medication, but that doesn't feel like it's doing enough for me. So I have to figure out...something to do about it all. I don't know though. It scares me. I'm more than scared, if I had the ability to understand what was going on in life, then I could do that. But I can't and that simply seems that life is going to blow up at me in any second now. I wish I could overcome these thoughts and simply make sense of it. Whatever happens, I need reality to be real. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does. I doubt anything ever makes sense to me anymore. But that's okay. It'll be okay in the end, whenever that will be. If it's not the end, it's not okay yet now is it? No, I didn't think so.
George didn't see the car coming until it was too late. Bam it hit him at forty miles an hour. He died instantly. Looking around, George waited for the heavenly gates to appear. When none did so he gathered he was going to the other place. It wasn't a peaceful thought to be having. That's when an angel appeared before him. "George is it?" The angel asked. She was wearing all red with horns and a pitchfork. George gathered she had a tail as well. But didn't dare ask what was under the black cape. George frowned, had he really gone to the afterlife to be part of the Devil's gang? Is that all his hard work led him to? He wasn't sure he wanted to be part of that. But if that was the deal, then that was the deal. Looking back to the angel, he nodded. "Yes my name is George, who might you be?" The angel smiled at George. He would do just fine. She decided. There wasn't anything else she wanted out of life, for there was nothing more that sh...