Why? Part 4

Note: Sorry for the delay.. Loads going on.

I couldn't face seeing my parents. No way. I took a last glance at Liam's crying form and walked out the door. I didn't know what was happening. I was dead.. But where was Heaven? The afterlife? My better world? I was still stuck in this crappy world, with its pain and sorrow. I didn't forget the pain. It only got worse. I ran for hours, never out of breath, never needing to stop or eat.
I forced myself not to think of Liam as I ran across Ireland, never sure where I was going, until I reached Galway. My feet automatically went down a street, then another.. And I was there. My grandfather's grave. I touched the grass gently, though I couldn't feel it, nor would my hand leave a mark. I wondered where he was.. If he was still in this world. I didn't know if dead people could see other dead people. Not that I'd know where to find them, anyway.
I supposed I should go back home.. See how my parents were. Probably fine. They never cared about me. Nobody cared whether I lived or died. Except Liam.
I think of him, crouched over my lifeless body, clutching my hand. He knows what I went through. Some of it, anyway.
I thought of his words on the phone to my parents. What were they right about?
And, if they'd known I was going to kill myself.. Why didn't they stop me?
Just what I needed. More proof that they didn't care.