What Happens When You Die?

Mikey left after he shoved some so called food down my throat.

As he was leaving he told me that he was here for me and that he “understood”.

That’s bullshit.

I don’t appreciate being lied to.

No one “understands”

It’s impossible.

Humanly impossible.

I walked into the bathroom.

I shut and locked the door.

I locked my thoughts out behind the old wooden door.

Where they belonged.

Away from me.

I looked into the mirror.

My eyes scanned over my body.

They took in every horrid detail.

The bags under my eyes.

The unnatural paleness to my skin.

The way my once slim fitting clothes now hang loosely on my body.

I sighed loudly and turned on the shower.

I jumped in, not caring about the waters temperature.

If I wasn’t so numb inside I would have felt the blistering temperature of the water threatening to burn off my tender flesh.

I picked up the shampoo and clumsily poured a decent amount on to the top my head, messaging it into my dark locks.

I quickly rinsed it out, not caring if I missed some or not.

I grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed my body; viciously rubbing it into my skin until my pale flesh turned a sickening shade of red.

After I was done violently cleaning my body I threw the bar of soap onto the small shelf located in my shower which held various cleansing objects.

I ripped a near by towel off of a rack and vigorously dried my body.

I threw the towel behind me to be forgotten in an endless sea of dirty clothes.

I then went on a search for clean pajamas.

Once found, I dressed then laid down upon my bed.

Those unbearable thoughts creeped into my defenseless mind once again.

I wonder what happens when you die?