Authors note: Unfortunately, I have the book planned and there's only going to be a couple more chapters. But it is almost finished. Enjoy!
Dear diary,
It's Josh here and I don't know how I'm writing this, because I've excepted the fact that I'm not human any more. I must be dead, but I can still touch things and feel things. Plus, I'm still in the human world. The only thing that's really changed is my appearance.
I felt a cold breeze wash over my dark brown hair. Like a nail scratching down a chalk board, the sound entered my ears. I gripped at the step but something grappled with my flailing legs and yanked me along the path.
At first, everything seemed normal to me. But then I waved my hand in front of my face and it was...opaque. I could see the world on the other side, but it was like looking through tinted glass.
Whatever had killed my brother, Abbey and that poor school girl, Millie, was now killing me. My consciousness was like a river, up and down, in and out. I could feel my body going numb, paralysing me bit by bit. A sharp pain jabbed at my ribs, causing me to inhale deeply.
I remember the pain. It haunts me day and night because there's no escape. My arms went limp and my eyes lolled in their sockets. My breathing softened and my heart stopped pounding. My brain ended it's whirring and my whole body went still.
I felt like a wax model trapped in Madam Tussaud's. A manaikin in a shop window. A statue in a park. A doll in a toy store. I swallowed hard, letting spit and blood trickle down my throat. I coughed and spluttered as something collided with my back. It was sharp and whatever it was had landed deep in my spine. I screamed when it hit me but once more my eyes closed.
Gradually but certainly, I was dying.
