Casey's Dying: A Short Story

“You never really get over it,” she said. “I just think about what his life would have been like. It just left a hole in my heart.”

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

“Beautiful names,” said Joan. “All three of them.” She reached out and touched Perceval’s jaw with care. “You’ve experienced such a terrible loss, but you’re not bitter. In fact, you seem like a good soul.”

Lately I have been a complete mess. Danny's been dead for a year now and the time to mourn has long gone by. But everyday I still think about how it was my fault. If I just hadn't told Danny that Lucy was cheating on him, I wouldn't have to write this write now. I desperately need forgiveness, but who can forgive me? I certainly can't talk to Lucy from beyond the grave. And the children are just too young to understand. And if I tell Mom, she will certainly never forgive me. Only Cicely knows, but she won't take me seriously. She says that I’m being paranoid, that it’s not really my fault. But I know it is. Nobody just drives into a wall on purpose.

Her body went rigid, when a snort from behind her caught her attention, the air that brushed across her flesh sent goose bumps along her skin as the hair on the back of her neck slowly stood up. She slowly turned to

Mitch was living on the back side of society, always just one step ahead of bankruptcy. Investing all his own resources, and those resources borrowed or stolen from every other avenue, had brought him to new heights of creative finance to keep his air freight service afloat. Flying was all he ever wanted to do even if that would force him to cross a few legal and moral boundaries. This attitude and life choice worked out well as most of his clients wanted nothing to do with the government or the law. He called them techno-preppers, people that wanted to live off grid but were not the standard tree hugger types. Mitch, in a small way envied these people, he just wasn’t willing to pack it all in, not just yet at least. Mitch’s hallucination

“I remember you, Nannion. I remember giving you your name. I can’t remember my own child and grandchild; I only remember me thinking of them and talking out loud about them. I remember you so well. You were such an important part of my life on those last couple of days.”

An immense pressure bore in her head as she slowly awoke from her midday slumber, her daydreams slowly fading away from her mind. Reality sunk in, and she found herself awake. Dim light shone through the windows and it pierced her eyes, worse than a thousand needles ever could. Her mental screams sounded that of countless condemned souls, shrieking for life

Behind her in the living room, someone cleared his throat. She panicked, she didn’t know is she should turn around or not. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what frightful thing would be standing in her living room. Behind her, she could hear someone walking closer and closer to her very slowly.

Kate decided that she should be a good friend to Jana and help her out. She told Jana that she needed to develop her thoughts more.

Dying was never a good thing, especially when they were someone that you had kwon for such a large percentage of your life. Killed in cold blood was an expression that I knew rather well, it was an expression that I had caused, the amount of people I had shot, stabbed, struggled or whatever else was a huge amount. It was something I wasn’t proud these days, but I use to be so glad when I saw a face of someone I didn’t like lying at the bottom of my feet. The expressions frozen on their face forever. I remember when my dad died, I was eighteen I never got to say goodbye, and the body was lost. Loosing someone wasn’t as bad as seeing everyone else who was still here expression.

Valentine reached across the table and took his daughter’s smaller hand in his own. “Don’t cry, baby,” he said gently. “There, there. It’s

“If you didn’t keep your parents and sister such a secret, if you talked about them, maybe you wouldn’t grieve as hard now.”

When I was in third grade I got suspended. It was my fault, I got suspended for two things. First reason was I hit my teacher with a flying pencil top eraser. The second reason was because me and my friend was not the most appropriate people in our school. We were always doing something bad.

For years I thought and thought and since she is now gone, I blamed you for making me mad enough to send you out into a war, a war I knew nothing, but a miracle can save you, but I now realize that no one can make me feel anything I don’t want to feel. I know saying I’m sorry can never restore your life or make your family whole again. Sending you off to your death is terrible, I know your family was sad and Leslie