No, Not Yet, Not Now

It wasn’t my fault.

I’m telling you, it’s not.

Please, please,

Believe me.

It’s his, all his.

Yeah, his.

I’m not dead.

I-I c-can’t be dead.

I’m too young.

I’m only seventeen.

Wait, no, I’m eighteen.

My birthday was last week.

Breathing hurts.

Who are you?

Why are you standing above me?

Am I on the ground?

What is this liquid around me?

It’s not blood...

It can’t be b-blood.

The pain’s subsiding, so

I must be fine,

Right?

No, no, no, no,

Not the white sheet!

I’m not dead!

I have a date tomorrow.

I can’t, I just can’t be d-dead.

No, don’t put me in a box!

I’m not dead!

Can you imagine how my family is?

They can’t believe I’m dead!

See, there they are!

No, mom, don’t cry.

Dad, dad, tell her.

Sister, brother, please someone see.

No, don’t put me in the ground.

I’m not dead…

No…

No…

No…

No…

I’m not dead…