P R E F A C E

 

No...

No. No....NO!

This can't be happening! I sit there, on my knees, Dan's head resting in my lap, my hand softly stroking his cheek. My tears fall onto his now pale face, and I now realize that I am alive once more.

Living.

Standing.

Breathing.

Moving.

Alive.

And then there is Dan.

Dead as can be.

Lifeless.

Gone.

Six feet under.

Forever lost.

- - - - - - - - - -

Five years. It has been five years since Dan had taken his life for me. My sister released me from the insane asylum, but then moved away, taunted by the fact that three out of four of her old friends had died.

So that's it.

I am alone.

No Dan. No Alice. No Kyle or Woody.

But then there is Will. But...we don't talk. He is still at the asylum, and he is known as the asylum's freak. Everyone is sane if you stand them next to Will. He had murdered four patients, two nurses, five visitors, and ten doctors. He has had fifteen suicide attempts, and claims to be haunted by his band mates.

And yes. I do visit him. I am after all his only friend. I would spend hours with him. Those few hours that he is with me are the only hours of the day when he is actually sane and stable. 

 

So now, I live in the same house. And yes, I have to admit, I am haunted by Dan. But I know that he isn't in the spirit world. I know that he had moved into the light, and I will never see him, until I take my final breathe.