Dream

There is such thing as life after death. But it may not be as pleasant as you might think. after death we are all given a task we must do here in the mortal world. You never leave. You never move on. this is it. You are stuck as a spirit, serving this world. At least, that's how I see it. My name is Katya, and I passed on sometime in the 8th grade. I can't remember what happened anymore. But thats not important. Not anymore anyways. Once I passed I learned the truth about the afterlife. We are all given a job to do. How its decided and who assigns it I'm not really sure. I just know one day I'm alive and the next I'm a spirit with a strong gut feeling about what I should do. You're probably wondering what my job is by now. Well its nothing gruesome or appalling. I don't haunt people or possess people. You really don't see much of that actually. Thats just stuff you living people made up. No, my job is very different from that. Its my job to bear the burden of those who have lost the ones that they love. The mother who lost her child, the husband who lost his wife, even the kid who lost their dog. The only way they can move on with their life is when I come to them and take the pain for them.  I take all of their hurt and worries and hold it. Forever. So that they can move on and continue to live their lives happily. I can take the form of whatever it is that a person needs. Anything they need to help them cope. And the process doesn't happen immediately. There was this couple who lost a their child. I was their mediator through letters so they could communicate with him. Every note written was another burden laid on me. A girl lost her boyfriend. I would deliver drawings to her that he would send and she would have me draw things back to him. The burden getting heavier and heavier with each stroke. And this doesn't only apply to the ones you currently love, but the ones you could have loved too. The man who would have been my husband suffers through a lot. For him I take a human form and converse with him, but the catch is that he is the only one who can hear or see me. We never were, so no one must know. The toughest burden to bear is that of my mom's. She still hasn't let it go. Everyday I help her sort through my childhood clothes and toys. Every tear of hers that falls is another ounce of pain on me. This might all sound great to you. I can see how it can be important to help the living cope with the dead. But I can't take it anymore. To bear the worlds burdens is a terrible thing to put on someone. And I'm going to end this. I'm going to figure out who assigns these "tasks" and make it stop. I don't want to this anymore. When will it be my turn to move on?