Death isn't always the end

It was a regular day at Canterlot High School, and six friends were all gathered around a table at lunch. They were discussing the major events coming up such as sports games and dances, or they just talked about what happened on the news. One particular subject came up, and the girls started discussing it.

"I can't believe he killed himself a few months ago." Rainbow dash said. "I mean, I had homeroom with the guy, and he didn't seem to be the suicidal type."

"I think it is kinda strange. I've talked with him a few times, and one topic was suicide. But he was talking about how he would never be able to do it." Sunset Shimmer stated.

"Well, sometimes things change, and ya hit lows you've never hit before. It's not really his fault if he did actually kill himself, some people just can't handle that kind of low." Applejack said.

"Oh, I wish I could have been there to cheer him up. I feel kinda bad for the guy." Pinkie pie said; a bit deflated. Rarity put a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't have to feel bad darling. He doesn't have anything to worry about anymore." Rarity said somberly.

"He used to volunteer at the shelter all the time. He really loved helping the animals." Fluttershy said softly.

"Man, Octavia took it really hard once she found out. Those two had been going out for a few years, so when she got a call about what happened in homeroom, she practically ran out of the room crying." Rainbow said.

"I didn't really know him that well. I didn't even really know his name." Rarity said with a guilty tone.

"His name was Nate." Sunset said.

At a nearby Cemetery; a set of flowers sat on the cold, wet ground in front of a stone. The stone had a name, a name that caused pain for some who knew him. But something sinister was on that name, a false cause of death. A well done murder, made to look like an official suicide. His name, was Nate. Inside the coffin, sat the body of the man. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he didn't look any different than the day he was buried. He had short black hair, and pale white skin. Suddenly, his eye shot open and he gasped for air. His eyes were glowing an acid green color. He coughed and gagged as he tried to get use to breathing again.

"Ugh. Stagnant air." He coughed. "Now where am i? And what happened?" He asked himself. He looked around the dark space, and realized that he was in a padded box. He checked again, just to be sure.

"Am I in a coffin?" He asked himself. Shortly after uttering the phrase, images raced through his mind. The images were of his own murder. "No." He said in disbelief. "I can't be dead. Wait," He moved his limbs. "Oh thank jesus, I'm not dead. Or at least, not anymore. Now I just need a way out this damn box." He said, pushing on the lid of his coffin. He pushed harder and harder, until the cracking and splintering of the wood became audible. Small clumps of dirt flowed into the coffin, and Nate shook his head. He took a deep breath, held it, and began clawing his way to the surface. His hands broke the surface, making a hole for air to come through. He gasped for fresh air, the small hole providing just enough air for him to make the final push to the surface. His head and shoulders finally pushed through the surface, and he gazed around at his surroundings.

He was indeed where he suspected he would be, a Cemetery. He looked at the tombstones around him. He swore under his breath and pulled the rest of his body out from the hole. His first two thoughts on the surface were revenge and finding his girl friend. He looked around for an exit to the graveyard, occasionally bumping into tombstones.

Nate stumbled through the streets in his freshly ruined suit. He came to a street, and stumbled toward the house on the corner. As he was crossing the front lawn to get to the door, someone came out with a full trash bag. It was a female with black hair and grey skin.

"Octy?" Nate said. The girl turned her head and looked directly at Nate. She immediately dropped the trash bag she was holding, and pull a hand to her mouth.

"Nate?" She asked with tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Yeah baby, it's me." Nate said. Octavia ran up and hugged him.

"They told me you commited suicide. I didn't want to believe it, but then they showed me your body. Why? Why did you do it?!" Octavia asked, sobbing uncontrollably. Nate broke off the hug and stared into her eyes.

"I didn't, I was murdered." Nate said. "Killed for the money in my wallet." Another voice interrupted them.

"Hey babe, this your cousin or something?" A male voice asked. Nate looked at the door to the house, and saw a man standing there.

"Who is he?" Nate asked. Octavia sighed.

"Nate, you were dead for five months. I was upset and Bulk was there for me and-" Nate cut her off by raising a hand.

"it's ok, I get it. I... I'd better go." Nate said. "I'll see you around, Octavia." Nate never called Octavia by her name, he always referred to her as Octy. Octavia just dropped her hands down at her sides and watched him walk off.