A Funny Thing Happened During A Walk Through A Cemetery - Part 1

"Even in the darkness of the forest
The small little creature
will be at your side
cheering and watching from up high
making sure you wont get hurt
lost...
or trapped in the darkest corner
Even if you might not notice
he'll smile for you and only you
The small friend..even if its just only one..
can be everything and everyone for..."

Oh damn.

"for...me?"

No! That wasn't right.

In frustration, I scratched the last line out and sat down against an old, leafless tree. The skies were dark and cloudy, looking like it might rain. The Autumn wind was cold against my fur as it blew dead leaves across the grass and paved walkways. It was 8 PM, the skies were growing dark, and here I was, alone, in the midst of an old cemetery on All Hallows Eve.

Tonight was an excellent night.

My name's Xander, a Red Panda, and I'm an emo and not afraid to let the world know that I am. Although I'm not really sure why. The world had never done anything for me except break my heart, abandoned me to be alone, and forsaken me to a miserable fate. All I've ever felt was a sort of numbness with only extreme feelings of rage, lust, or sadness peeking through every now and then.

But that night, there I was, in the cemetery, admiring all of those who had passed on. They were free of this mortal coil, having left their physical bodies to become one with nothingness. Evaporating into the mist so that they could feel no pain, no sadness, no woe. There was nothing but peace.

At least... that's what I thought.

But tonight seemed different. Tonight, the way the wind was blowing, the way the skies were looking, and the way the air was smelling... it all just seemed...

...I guess you could say "magical".

I zipped up my black jacket as the wind was making the buckle on my neck collar extremely cold. I stood up brushing some dirt of my black pants, picked up my notebook, and started walking down the pathway. I looked at all the beautiful monuments, admiring their craftsmanship. They were immortal tributes to those who have passed. I could only dream that I would get that kind of treatment one day.

Then I felt a small drop on my head. I looked up and there came another, and another. It was beginning to rain. It was as though the sky were crying. I stretched my arms out and soaked up the tears of the sky. It felt good.

*KRACKA-THOOM*

I nearly jumped out of my fur at the thunderous crash. I turned around and saw a smoking branch from the tree I had been sitting under a few minutes ago. The lightning must have hit it. Not wanting to be a crispy critter myself, I dashed down the path looking for shelter. My only option was a small mausoleum that was sitting out in the middle of the cemetery. I made a mad dash for it, and was thankful that the door to it was unlocked. Closing it behind me, I saw another bolt of lightning hit an obelisk outside.

That was too close.

I sat down and looked at my notebook. It was soaking wet. Opening it up, I saw that some of my poems had been smudged by the water. I closed the notebook back up and sat it down on the marble floor. If I touched it anymore, it would ruin all my poems from smudging.

Listening to the rain drops was very refreshing. The stream of water falling onto the marble walls and ceiling of the mausoleum created a pleasant white noise. I laid down on the cold floor and crossed my arms around my chest. Looking up at the darkness, I thought to myself,

"So this is what it's like to be dead..."

Seeing as how I couldn't go anywhere until the storm stopped, I closed my eyes and figured a short nap couldn't hurt.

I could not have been more wrong.

~End Part 1
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