Jason [Single. Lost]

Ever lost your way?
I'm Jason. I died.
Way to get your attention huh? Yeah I know. How did this happen... why am I here today. Guess I should start at the begining.
I was born September 18 1950. Into the average american family. I had a father, a mother, and an older brother. We were happy. Things were simple. My dad would go to work. My mom would stay at home and do house work. My brother and I went to school.
Life went on like this for about 16 years. But when I got to high school things changed. I started to look at things and life differently. You see my brother... was the perfect child. He got good grades. He was good at sports. Myself... I was different. Things didn't come to me as easily. I realized my parents had great expectations of my brother. And me... they just wanted me to graduate. I started to rebel.
I started drinking, fighting, smoking. I stopped going to school. I stopped caring about my life. They thought I was a mess up. I gave them a mess up. I dropped out of school and took a part time job at a gas station pumping cars. I did this until that night...
One night I got fed up with everything and everyone. It was the night of my 21 st birthday. But it was also the day my brother got into the university of his dreams. My parents we so pleased with him that I felt they'd forgotten about me. I took off. Slamming the door behind me and walked the streets. My brother came after me. He wanted me to celebrate with him. I told him to get lost and kept walking.
I walked for a long time. Past houses. Past cars. Past people. Not caring where I was going. I just needed to get away. Then I heard it. Screaming and sirens a couple blocks ahead of me. I looked up and saw the center of the comotion. It was the old orphange. It's caught on fire. I ran up the street. I got there and overheard them discussing how a little girl was still inside. Everyone was paniced they didn't know how to get her out. I ran in without thinking. Something... was pulling me to her. I dont know how but I knew exactly where she was. I ran to the room she was in and found her crying under the bed. I pulled her out and told her everything would be alright. As I ran with her a floor board broke under my weight. My foot sunk in and I was caught. I let the little girl go and told her to go. She tried to pull me out but I knew she couldn't do anything. I told her to ran as fast as she could. She begged for me to come with her but I knew I couldn't. I told her I would be alright and to go. She gave me a small kiss on my cheek and ran outside. She made it... and I died doing something good.
This good deed gave me a second chance. Which is why I'm here now. I am...was an angel. A gardian angel. My specialty... people who have lost their way. People a lot like my live self. I try to stop them from making the same mistakes I made when I was alive. I try to help them get back on track. To find thier way.
The reason I said was is another story. Recently I lost one of mine. He was a young man a lot like my old self. He had the same problem I did and it was too much for him. No matter how hard I tried he always turned my help away. He killed himself. Since then I haven't been able to save anyone. I'm afraid of failing again. Afraid of losing another person that I know has so much more potential. And so I have fallen. I have been cut until further notice.
I need to find my way once again. So that I may again help others in need. My name is Jason and for now... I'm alive again.Layout made by dimes.five at CreateBlog.com .