The frozen heart that falls in love

Dead life

Your POV
You woke up in an alleyway, your head throbbing with pain. You put your hand to it and felt wetness. You brought it back down and saw blood.

"Where am I." You asked yourself." What happened?" Then you heard screams and cries. You went to the source of the noise and discovered a big crowd surrounding something.

You moved a little closer and saw a girl- you. You were laying on the floor your neck twisted and blood coming out.(note, if you don't like this type of thing, you don't have to read.) Your hands were outstretched and your eyes were open yet lifeless. Your beloved snowflake charm bracelet, once white and beautiful, was now red with your blood. You wanted to hurl.

"Big sis, big sis!" You saw a little girl of about age five jerk ing herself away from a middle aged woman." BIG SIS!"

"Big sis? That girl is my sister?" You walked towards her. You reached out your hand to her cheek. Your hand passed her.

You did not want to be there anymore, so you walked to a different place. And that is how your life as a wondering spirit began.

(One week later)

Even if you were dead, that did not stop you from being a sister. When it was time for your funeral, your sister was crying, so even if you could not touch her, you grabbed her hand. She stopped crying.

When she went back to school, her friends laughed as if nothing had happened, which upset her. She spent most of her time crying. But you were always there, next to her.

You, on the other hand, lived life ruff. No bed no food, no friends. If only life got better. Which it will......