My life after earth

Anger and sadness.

That's All I felt as I screamed.

"NO GO AWAY MOM!" I scream at my mother as I storm out the door. It was raining, cold hard rain, the smell of smog and wet pavement filling my nostrils. I hear her scream something back at me, I don't even look back, to try to prevent any further argument, I wish I had, cause little did I know I would never see her or any of my family again.

After an hour of walking, I stop at an old abandoned construction site my friends and I used to hang out at, they always told us to stay away, we never listened though. I walk up to our old meeting spot on the second floor parking area, memories, good memories, us sitting around drinking beer and doing stupid stunts in the construction area. I chuckle to myself thinking back at those good times, walking back down I realize the floor isn't as steady as it used to be five years ago, It crumbles. I fall, trying not to panic, I turn around to see what I will land on, I wish I hadn't.

"Hey, Matt come join us, there's this re-bar sticking out of the ground, we could have some fun with it heheh." My old bud Jake says too me. "Sounds good I'm coming." We decided it would be a good idea to spin with our heads on it, and then lean up and chug a beer as we come up. We did that until one of us puked.

'Can't believe, something we had such harmless fun with is gonna be my death heheh.' I think to myself as I feel a burning pain puncture through the back of my rib cage and go through my lung with a nasty stabbing and cracking sound. I started thinking back to a few days ago as I faded into darkness.

A Few Days Prior

I woke up to another glorious day. The sound of my obnoxious alarm clock going off. "Damn only 7 A.M." I say to myself as I get up and out of bed to start my day, brushing my teeth, shower, all that jazz. I finish just in time to say Good Morning to my mother and grab a bite before work. I'm 21, 6 foot 1 inch, and I'm 365 Pounds, I have long brown hair, I worship My Little Pony and Love playing video game, I love my mom, and work a dead end job at a Pizza Hut, I have a great life am I rite. Wrong. While everything may seem fine and dandy, it's not, I suffer from depression. All my life I've been alone save for my two lifelong friends and family.

Jake: He's a stocky fellow, about the same height as me, LOVES to eat, and can always make you laugh, there to pick you up when you're feeling down.

Nathan: A much more shy fellow, shorter than me I would say exactly 5 feet tall, skin and bones, but he also loved to eat never gained though, he was more of the fighter of the group people would always pick on him for being skinny, and for would pick on me for being fat, but Him, Jake, and I always looked out for each other we didn't put up with no shit.

Now, you're probably wondering,'Why is he depressed, if he has two amazing friends?' Well I'll tell you two years ago we were all out partying and Jake and I were drunk off our asses while Nathan stayed sober too drive us home, too bad that other driver had been drinking as well. He had his headlights off, we never saw him coming. He crashed directly into us killing him instantly they all said, sent Jake flying through the wind shield (He was in the front seat, I was in the back), Nathan, he didn't stand a chance, he hit the steering wheel with enough force too shatter his skull and break his neck, he too died instantly, I however got lucky, I wish I had died with them, instead I survived by being put in a drug induced coma, so I would be able to stand the pain. I awoke a year and a half later, wondering where Jake and Nathan were, I broke down when I got the news. Been depressed ever since, I turned to the internet and video games, I found My Little Pony and the brony community three months after I got out of the hospital. Ponies helped my depression, but not by much got me back up enough to get a job and my life straightened out.

Enough about that though, You're probably wondering 'Well where the fuck are the ponies at?!' Well chill I'm getting too it. The rest of the next three days came and went as normal, until the day of anniversary that my friends died.

I had woken up that day late, cause I never go to work on the anniversary of my best friends death. I always make a point to pay my respects at their graves. I come home to find my mom waiting on me with a concerned expression. 'Oh God, here we go'.

"Son, It's been two and a half years now, don't you think it's time to let their deaths go?" She Asks. "Don't do this mom, you know I'm not in the mood today."

"Son we need to talk about this, I know it bugs you but, I still think you need to let it go." she says getting more serious "Mom you know I can't do that, and besides what the hell is there to talk about, I've already talked to you about this hundreds of times before." I say trying to hold back my anger. '*SIGH*, I really don't want to have this talk.'

"You know it wasn't you-" she says before I cut her off. "WASN'T MY FAULT!? WASN'T MY FAULT!? IF IT WASN'T FOR ME SUGGESTING WE GO OUT FOR DRINKS THAT NIGHT IT WOULDN'T OF HAPPENED, IF IT WASN'T FOR ME WE WOULD'VE NEVER WENT DOWN THAT GODDAMN DIRT ROAD!?" I say raising my voice to a scream. "THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY BEFORE YOU SAY IT." I say as I break into tears. "I'm going for a walk, please don't follow me, I just need to calm down." I say proceeding to storm out the door.

"No son, wait." she says trying to get me to stop. "NO GO AWAY MOM!" then in a flash I find myself wake up in darkness. 'Well damn guess I died heheh.' I think to myself as I let myself float through darkness void of all light. 'Hmm... So this is death huh, a bit more darker than what I was hopi...wait wha!?'

I get a sensation of what feels like being pulled, as I see a light come towards, I blink for a second, and find myself diving head first into a nice patch of green, 'Oh boy, not again.' I think as I hit the ground and fade into unconsciousness.