I knew I wasn't alive anymore. In my last few moments of consciousness I saw my body being pulled in by paramedics and the strange man acting as if he was innocent. It was like I was still alive but I wasn't.
I followed my already deceased body into the ambulance. My mother was sitting next to my father who was trying to comfort her. He tried his best but nothing worked. She was crying harder than I had ever seen her cry.
Eventually we got to the hospital. The paramedics told my parents that they had to stay behind. They did everything they could they told my parents. But I knew the truth. I could have been saved. The paramedics were taken over by the tall brown haired man. He would've killed them and they knew it. He had killed plenty of people before.
They knew that it was no mere coincidence that they had received calls from him all saying he didn't know what happened.
I don't know what to do now. I'm no longer alive. I-i guess I should explore and see what I can do now.
