What Happens When You Die?

It’s 5:00 in the morning.

I couldn’t sleep again.

My nightmares keep me up.

He haunts them.

Like a memory I can’t quite remember.

So I sit in the dark, on my Nightmare Before Christmas bed sheets; clutching my pillow to my chest, pretending it was him.

But I know it’s not.

‘Cause he’s never coming back.

And maybe one day I’ll get over it.

Maybe I’ll get over him

But I doubt it.

What happens when you die?

There’s that question again.

Why won’t it go away?

Why can’t I forget?

What did I do to deserve this?

Will I ever get my answers?

Probably not.

I sighed, then stood up.

I tried to convince myself that I was okay enough to face the day ahead . But I knew that it was a lie.

After all I am a liar.

I walked into the living room and checked the message machine.

Three unheard messages.

I already knew who they were.

But it doesn’t hurt to listen.

I pressed the flashing red ‘play’ button.

Immediately Mikey’s voice rang through my empty house.

“Frank, come on. Please answer. I need to talk to you. You’re not the only one that’s hurting. We can get through this together. Just call me back, okay?”

The robotic voice of the machine sounded,

“End of message. To delete this message press ‘seven’, to save it in the archives press ‘nine’, to hear more options press ‘zero’”

Delete.

On to the next message.

“Frank, it’s Bob. Are you okay? Mikey called you earlier but he said you didn’t pick up. Well if you need me I’m here. You know my number.”

The robotic voice talked once again.

Delete.

One more to go.

“Dude, it’s Ray…but you already know that. I’m sure Mikes and Bob already called so I’m going to make this brief. We all love you Frank and if you need us we’re here for you. Bye.”

I deleted it before the machine could speak.

I walked to the couch, sat down and cried.

Why’d he have to leave me?

I wonder what happens when you die.