The Main Character

I wonder to myself what people will think about me – remember me by – once I’m dead. I’m holding onto my final breaths, each more painful than the last, so no better time to question my legacy. Not a single person should have any bad will towards me. I’ve been a good person, made good decisions and owned my mistakes. I’m loved by everyone. I have nothing to worry about. 

I can’t wait to see the hundreds of people show up to my funeral and grieve my sad departure. None of them will know how to go on without me apart of their lives. Now, I feel bad that their already miserable lives will become worse once I’m gone. 

Well, at least they will bring flowers to my grave side and keep my memory alive. My death will be a huge detriment, as the people realise how much they relied on me to function. I’m so glad I was a part of each and every one of their pathetic lives, so I could help them while I had the chance.