I sit on the ground waiting for someone to hopefully see me even though I know they can't.But what other thing can I possibly do than wait. .Maybe I should go look for one of my deceased family members I pounder at the thought….Would they even still be around in this weird plane of existence I'm in? Am I stuck here as a ghost?Is this what they call purgatory?or the in between?I don't know how long I've been sitting here but the sun has come and gone a few times now….It feels like time is shorter now like an hour happens to be a second . The paramedics left with my parents and body long ago .The cops took away my killer who turned out to be the handcuffed lady.She happened to have been drinking and driving . I listened in on as they told my parents what had happened to me …Why am I still here shouldn't I be with them? I sit thinking about my family members that have died.The sun has started breaking through the horizon causing a blue and purple inky sky once again…Huh another morning i thought to myself .That's when i heard my voice being called….it was by a younger girl i recognized the voice we took the same english class in school her name was Amanda she's been to my house a few times to hangout and do school projects .I turned toward the voice and walked over to her…Why is she calling out my name?She cant see nor talk to me….at least i think.Amanda has been picked on many times in school due to the fact she believes she has a sixth sense.Thats when the thought came to me,,,maybe she wasn't lying?
