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Monday, November 20, 2006

The Death and Afterlife of Gage Adams Chapter 1-The Final Nail In My Coffin-October17
It's a terrible thing, witnessing a loved one's funeral. Seeing them dead, then seeing them lowered into the ground in a box. Then again, I didn't even like this person. It was me, Gage Adams, and I hate, or should I say hated myself. I sat on the coffin, and listened to the sermen. I was wearing a black suit, my hair, as usual, draped across my left eye, and my two lip ring in tact. I looked good, but pail. My wrists were hidden, which was probobly a good thing I had slit them. I did not die from accident. I killed myself. A teenage failure, I didn't really consider myself that. We'll get to why, but after the funeral. As the preacher spoke of my life, I looked out into the crowd. My mother cried and my father held her close, trying to stay strong for her. I spotted my girlfrinend, Mindy. I turned, I couldn't stand the sight of her. Everyone bowed their heads. Mindy stared at the coffin. It was eerie, she couldn't see me could she? Her eyes ran with the tears of guilt no doubt. This was her fault. I don't care, I was basicly worthless, and so was she. As "amen" echoed throughout the chapel, six men picked up the coffin. I stood up, and tried my hardest to fly. I wasn't very good at it yet. Im my failure, I just stood there and enjoyed my ride. as the doors opened, a brisk, hard, fall wind blew. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything. All that happened was my hair blew off my eyes and my shirt waved a bit. I was wearing what I died in, a Chiodos shirt with a studded belt and tight jeans. I also had on black Adio ankle socks with gray and black checkered Vans and my lip rings in. I looked at my wrists, scars across both of them. I felt a bump and reliezed I was set on one of those little elevators that lower coffins into the hole. I jumped off the coffin, and onto the ground. I admired my headstone.



Gage Matthew Adams
Born August 8, 1990
Died October 4, 2006
Rest In Peace,
Beloved Son



I didn't think anything of it. I popped my head into the coffin and sighed. They began to lower my body into the grave. Mindy cried, as most everyone did. You couldn't hear anything over my mom. The preacher said a few words, then everyone started talking and hugging. Not Mindy, she stood there, the wind blowing her blonde bangs around in her black suit with white pinstripes. As the crowd began to stick flowers around my grave and began to leave, Mindy still stood there. I walked behind her like a preying lion. It was seductive in a way. If I were alive, and she could see me, we would have started making out. "No..." she said quietly. "no, no, no, No, NO, NO, NO!!" she cried and started screaming as she watched the grave diggers pat the dirt down on my grave and walk off. She hit my gravestone. I stood where I was as she was ten feet away from me now. Her eyes ran with tears. "Dammit Gage, this is my fault, isn't it? I shouldn't have done what I did. I love you Gage, please come back to me!!" she screamed. "Mindy..." I whispered, "If you loved me, I wouldn't be dead. You fucked up, now this is your guilt! It's your fault I'm dead!" I started screaming. She got up, "Gage..." she whispered. There was no use.
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