Great, another boring story, right? Well, wrong. I don't know, exactly, how it happened. But, you see, it just happened so fast.
One moment I was sitting on my bed, finishing up homework, daydreaming out the window on the last problem. That normal stuff that people do, you know? And the next thing I know I see myself lying there, in a pool of blood.
Or at least my body was.
I was Not in my body.
Yeah yeah, I know... I'm dead. I'm supposed to get either a white gown, halo, wings, you know, all that angel crap; or be thrown into the dark pits of Hell's flames, right?
Well guess again. That didn't happen, I was just standing here. Staring at my deceased body.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
But what in the world happened to me?
Stupid question, I know, I died. It doesn't really matter how it happened, though. Dead is dead. Gone is gone. Yet here I was.
My body was on the blood soaked bed, my spirit (I guess) was over here in the corner of the small room of my solitude.
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Deathly Deceased
RandomWhat would you do if you died but still woke up? What if the next day you were a completely different person?