There was a question that haunted me, "if you died tomorrow, would you be happy with were you are today?" And that question bothered me until eternity. Literally.
My name's Mark, and I'm dead. For almost a year and a half now, actually, and no I didn't die because of suicide I actually got into a bad car accident when I was in college.
If I am living today, I'm supposed to be 21 years old, working in maybe a small office, typing and proofreading some draft work of my senior writers.
Just to give you a little glimpse of my life before, I am originally from Toronto, Canada, I went to South Korea when I was 16 to study my passion which was writing, I have one older brother who lives in Chicago who studied to become a doctor and now he is working in a small hospital nearby his home.
My parents stayed in Canada since they work in a firm, my mom is an engineer while my dad is an architect, a duo that could practically end lives, just kidding.
Anyways, back to my life in Korea. I studied in this Arts High School in Seoul for a year since I finished most of my high school years back in Canada. When I graduated, I got accepted in Yonsei University with a scholarship, I went their everyday for the past 4 years before the accident happened.
I was a quiet student, even in high school, and moving to a foreign country, I did not know what to do or how to act. I would always just read, and mind my own business whenever I'm at school, I really don't have a lot of friends so I never really bothered going out on weekends.
I was labeled as the 'smart weird nerd' since I was just always all by myself, I actually liked the soltitude at times but there were also times when I wanted to reach out and I realized that I had no one.. and then it was too late.
So okay, enough about my boring life, let's get to the real juicy part, the accident.
It was not that special, actually, I always imagined that I would die because of old age or because of a sickness I got by eating too much ramen back in the dorm, but I did not expected a car accident.
It was a Friday, nothing special happened that day, and I was on my way home after class and practice, the usual routine. I was with a colleague of mine, what's his name again? I didn't quite remember actually, but we were teammates in basketball mostly. Anyways, we were waiting for the bus to arrive at the usual stop, there was no people actually since it was already pretty late, like 10PM or later than that.
The bus came at exactly, 5 minutes later than usual we were both sitting at the far back of the bus, left side as we both wanted the window seat, so I went and sit at the back while my colleague sat only a chair in front of me.
And it just happened so fast that we did not even knew what happened next.
All I know is, there was a bright light that hit us and long loud noise that almost defeaned us.
Then BAM. I found myself lying on the bus' floor with blood all over me, and my colleague's body was at the right chair with so much blood and scars. All I saw was a bloodbath.
And our dying bodies helplessly laying there, you know what's worse? I can see it, I can hear it, but I can't feel anything at all.
I actually don't know why but I guessed that I was already dead and that my soul is just carelessly and cluelessly walking around the streets of Seoul.
When we got into the hospital, the doctors tried to revived me still but it was too late. I heard they called my parents and family, my teachers in the university and it was also in the headline for days.
My ashes were actually with my brother in Chicago, my things were shipped back to Canada after the burial but still my soul is in Seoul. Get it? Soul in Seoul? Okay, this ghost can't joke, I know.
