The Average
You would think, looking at his grave, that Matthew Hough lived an average life and died an average death. Maybe subtract the fact that he was so young, despite that, his death was still ordinary even though some may see it as some a tragedy. In some ways maybe it was. Nobody ever wants to die in a car accident.
That's probably what I'd think too if I wasn't standing in front of a headstone with my name on it. It's not like I was dead. I wasn't a wraith in denial either.
The fact that I was standing in front of my own grave, very much alive, should be the only evidence one would need to prove that my life was not average. Maybe that's because I have something special, that's why I had to 'die.' It's not extreme in the sense that everyone I'd ever loved was in danger. It was the only way to save Annie, sweet Annie, my sister should never find out about her power: there's nothing worse then that. So I must suppress it and hope she doesn't know, hope she doesn't find out. She won't.
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