Life is a flickering candle in a cold winter storm. Life throws whatever it can at us. Some make it through, while others are crushed by the raging storm. Our life force is represented by the flame on the candle until the candle is burned down to a big pile of melted wax our souls never rest. As we die every so often we get a mild sense of relief from our duties, but once we get lit again our duties are also revived. The easiest part of all of this is that our memories disappear with our “husk.” No regrets, no nothing, a fresh start.

Wait… but what if we keep our memories?

“How easy it must be for them… a normal life. If only I could be like them.” I say with the softest tone that my voice can produce.

“Dude, if you’re talking about not having friends in your class, or any friends other than me, then I don’t know what you’re complaining about. Plus, I thought you said, and I quote, “I can live by myself, I don’t need anyone,” hypocrite.”

“That was because I wasn’t in the lowest of low of classes.”

“What do you mean?”

“The class that always has one gang member in it and is meant for the students that are dumb… I’m in it. I know I’m a dumbass but I thought I could escape.”

“Pfft.”

“And to make matters worse, the roles switched.”

“Huh?”

“Instead of one gang member, these only one normal person in the whole class… and that’s me, ugh. I just wanted to have a high school life, now it all ruined.”

“Umm, normal, you? That’s hilarious. Ahaha… sorry, this will just take a minute… I CaN’t BrEaThE. Sorry, but with that maniac of a boss you have and the shit you do for so-called-work, you’re way out of normal.

“Okay I get it, you didn’t have to go kill your lungs, and my work is normal, technically,

*Ring*

Well, anyways I gotta go. See ya later.