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I lost the ability to walk a 2 years ago and it was due to a car crash and it wasn't my fault. I have gotten my financial settlement and support but the one thing I hate about not being able to walk, is the pride of being able to do things all by myself. I was always the type of person who hated being helped or needed other people and now I need other people. I have my down days but I am surviving. I have gone back home to live with my parents and siblings. 

My grandmother also lives with us and a couple of months ago I remember wheel chairing to her room but she wasn't responding. I started to feel a certain sensation in my legs and the more closer I got to my grandmother, the more I could feel something in my legs. As I touched my grandmother I knew straight away that she was dead and I was also able to stand on my legs. 

I couldn't believe it at all and my family couldn't believe it as well. There was my grandmother who was dead and I who can now stand on both my feet while I was touching my grandmother. I stood upon her dead body screaming in joy. When she got buried though I couldn't use my legs anymore. 

We went to other funerals and whenever I touched the dead person, I could actually use my legs. That's when I knew that I could only walk while touching dead people. I missed that feeling of self respect and the ability to do one's own thing by his or her own hand. I hate being disabled. 

A couple of days I needed to feel useful again and I needed to walk on my legs. I got my fathers gun out of his office and I had shot my parents and 3 of my siblings. I am loving being able to walk on their dead body, while at the same time, the dread of my actions is horrifying me. 

I will tell the police when I have finished walking on my family. I wonder how long I could keep on walking on them? I never thought walking would be a privilege and a sin. It feels good to stand on my own two feet like a real man.