Digi-Shaman-of-Fire

    He wasn't dead. No matter how many times he kept telling them they wouldn't listen. He threw things but it didn't work. He would rant and rave and scream but it never seemed to work. They would just look at him with a sad look. Sometimes they would cry. Sometimes they would just sit and stare at him.     Even on that cold table, he kept telling them but they wouldn't hear him. The knife went in and he felt it, he screamed but they didn't stop. It had been like this for a few days now.     They even had a funeral. It was stupid, funerals were for dead people and he wasn't dead. He lay in the coffin quietly and listened to the people spe...