Dead and Divine [Part 1]

His veins would no longer match the blue walls that surrounded him. Death was the end of us all, and he was going to get there before the rest of his generation. His blue would blush red and the silver in his hand would be dipped in red paint. There was no glory in a hanging for Francis. He had a desire for his own blood; to fully experience his end. He felt that he had nothing else to live for, and he was ready to die. It wasn’t the number of years lived that mattered to him, it was how he lived the years he had. Mr. and Mrs. Torres would spend their wedding anniversary at their son’s funeral. Francis would leave them no suicide note. No last words; they would be left with no explanation, a reward for 18 years of ignorance.

You’re not interested in that story though. No one wants to read about a funeral. You’ve all been to one, or at least know what to expect. You want something more interesting. The story that unfolds before you won’t be about the life that was lived, but the afterlife. But I guess if you don’t believe in that, you’ll have to betray your beliefs, for a moment. This story will show you what happens when a man meets the maker of his fate and the rewards and consequences of lost hope. You will be a witness to a conversation between the natural and the supernatural. When you finish reading this experience, you are going to question the freedom of your actions. You are going to question your reality on the basis on the fictional one in your hands. Everything you think you know will be twisted by one decision to deny life on earth.