Let Me Tell You..

Authors note:

I am kind of new at this, and i know that there will be grammer and spelling mistakes so if anyones interested i would really apprecitate a editor! If anyone would be kind enough to do this can you please message me and i will get back to you as soon as i can

Angel xx

People would call me a ghost , that is if they could actually see me. Technically they would be right because i have, after all ,died. But most people would call it murder. I am here to tell you the story of my death and why it was the wrong and also the right course of fate. I could start from when i was born, but if i did that then i would bore you. Long story short my mothers name was Emily Summers, before she died. She died exactly 1 hour and 37 minutes after i was born. I don't have any memories of her. All i have to go on is what people told me and a ring that once belonged to her. I did have a photo but since it was'nt on me when i died, i don't have it. I guess i was lucky in a way to even have a photo, my mother was really self concious and did'nt like getting her photo taken so Dad only has a handfull. Speaking of my Dad, his name is Matthew Summers. We were not rich by any means but we were not bad off. Now myself and my mother have died he is the only one left, i have no siblings. He is alone all because i was stupid enough to go to my room that night and take a step towards my window. People would think that i wanted to die, have a suicide wish. They would think that if it was'nt for all the blood and mess that got left behind. You see i did'nt go easily, i put up a fight. But i still was'nt good enough to beat my twisted murderer.

So now that you know the basics of me, let's begin...