So this is my life now. No one can see or hear me. I think that I should explore. I wondered around the park where I had been killed. There was still blood where I had been stabbed.
It was only yesterday when I died. Nobody seemed to care. No one cared when I was alive in the first place. My mother seemed as happy as ever.
I can see her in the living room. She's with my brother. He seems to have everything. I went upstairs to where my room used to be but, is now my brothers. He took over so quickly I can't believe that they forgot about me so quickly. I wondered out of the house now and began to think maybe my friends forgot about me too. I wasn't even important enough to have a funeral.
I eventually got to my best friend Mindy's house. What a surprise she was having a sleepover with her other friends. They all seem so happy I wonder if they ever cared.
