𝓓𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝒫𝗿𝚘𝝞ჿɡυе

Lilith was 15 when she was murdered August last year. Her heart stopped beating and her blood stopped pumping as she took her final breath.

As of right now she was wondering how she was awake. As she gazed upon the scenery, the tall trees stretch towards the cloudy sky, with leaves of gold, orange and red. She tooked her red hair behind her ears when the wind blew it infront of her face.

It felt as if she had slipped into a dream. Confusion shrouded her understanding of what's happening. Because currently she is alive and awake with eyes to see all this and ears to hear the whistling sound of the wind.

Because the last thing she remembered was being brutally stabbed and murdered. The last thing she remembered was dying.