Challenge 37
Title: Just Like Being Alive
Author: tinkerbell99
Rating: PG
Character: Shannon
Summary: Shannon reflects on death, and how some things never seem to change. (You said plot bunny, right?)
The funny thing about death is that nothing really changes. The funny thing about death is that it’s just like being alive.
I always thought that when you died, you went to either heaven or hell, if anything happened at all. In that god-awful school Sabrina sent me to (St. Margaret’s - I think) the nuns always said we should aim for heaven, like hell was supposed to be some kind of failure. Guess that’s why I always thought that’s where I’d end up.
I’m not, though, and the truth is that it doesn’t work like that. It’s not heaven or hell, but it is something besides a box or a blanket buried deep in the ground.
I can see other people here, and I’m sure that they see me, but it’s not like we’re together. I guess it’s less like I can see them, and more like I sense them. And not just people who are dead. It’s everyone: people I know and people I don’t, people who lived long before me and people who haven’t even been born.
I know that Boone is here. I can feel him all the time. It’s like that with some of them. I know that he loves me. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’d always known. And maybe I could have stopped it if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. I still try to think it wasn’t wrong, even though he believes it was. I guess it’ll always be like that.
I can sense Walt, too. Or maybe it’s more like I remember. Nobody ever seemed to want him either, and it’s funny but that kid was the only one on the whole damn island to give me a job. Somewhere Sabrina will have a laugh, since in the end work really did kill me.
If there is any such thing as being dead.
I know Sayid thinks of me a lot. I know that he blames himself and I wish that he wouldn’t. I know that if I’d lived and we’d left that place, he really would have stayed with me just like he promised. He’d have loved me and never left. I’m just not sure I would have done the same.
The truth is that what we do when we’re alive doesn’t matter that much. We’re all ending up in the same place anyway. Nowhere. Or maybe it’s somewhere, but it’s still not like being alive.
If there is any such thing as being alive.
The funny thing about death is that life goes on and you still have regrets. You’re alone and helpless, separated from everyone else, and there’s nothing more that you can do. You’re useless.
The funny thing about death is that it’s just like being alive.
Author: tinkerbell99
Rating: PG
Character: Shannon
Summary: Shannon reflects on death, and how some things never seem to change. (You said plot bunny, right?)
The funny thing about death is that nothing really changes. The funny thing about death is that it’s just like being alive.
I always thought that when you died, you went to either heaven or hell, if anything happened at all. In that god-awful school Sabrina sent me to (St. Margaret’s - I think) the nuns always said we should aim for heaven, like hell was supposed to be some kind of failure. Guess that’s why I always thought that’s where I’d end up.
I’m not, though, and the truth is that it doesn’t work like that. It’s not heaven or hell, but it is something besides a box or a blanket buried deep in the ground.
I can see other people here, and I’m sure that they see me, but it’s not like we’re together. I guess it’s less like I can see them, and more like I sense them. And not just people who are dead. It’s everyone: people I know and people I don’t, people who lived long before me and people who haven’t even been born.
I know that Boone is here. I can feel him all the time. It’s like that with some of them. I know that he loves me. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’d always known. And maybe I could have stopped it if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. I still try to think it wasn’t wrong, even though he believes it was. I guess it’ll always be like that.
I can sense Walt, too. Or maybe it’s more like I remember. Nobody ever seemed to want him either, and it’s funny but that kid was the only one on the whole damn island to give me a job. Somewhere Sabrina will have a laugh, since in the end work really did kill me.
If there is any such thing as being dead.
I know Sayid thinks of me a lot. I know that he blames himself and I wish that he wouldn’t. I know that if I’d lived and we’d left that place, he really would have stayed with me just like he promised. He’d have loved me and never left. I’m just not sure I would have done the same.
The truth is that what we do when we’re alive doesn’t matter that much. We’re all ending up in the same place anyway. Nowhere. Or maybe it’s somewhere, but it’s still not like being alive.
If there is any such thing as being alive.
The funny thing about death is that life goes on and you still have regrets. You’re alone and helpless, separated from everyone else, and there’s nothing more that you can do. You’re useless.
The funny thing about death is that it’s just like being alive.