I'm Mia your not so stereotypical teenage girl. I'm one in a million. I am not like you or your friends. I'm special , or at less that's what my mom tells me. Everyone else says I'm crazy.
After what happened three years ago in the car accident I don't blame them. I was the only one who lived well kinda. I flat lined at 11:36 PM for 3 1\2 minutes they all though i was gone, falling into the darkness of death, but here i am alive with the dead all around me.
My little brother Jay tells me he misses me every day. We used to fight all the time and I feel so bad now that he is gone. He was the best little brother now that I look back.
For some reason my dad never shows himself to me, and I'm fine with that; he was never nice any way. My mom on the hand she is with me all the time. Sometimes when no one is at my Grandma's house she lets me hold my little sister, Alexis.
Alexis was only a month old at the time of the accident, and died almost instantly with my mother soon after. My brother lived a few days, and he was going to make it but he wasn't strong enough to fight through. My dad he did the nicest thing he has done my whole life and he gave me his left lung. He wasn't going to make it so he gave me the best chance of survival.
"Mia, honey you in there?" I'm so tempted to pretend I'm not here. I hate living with my Grandma it boring, and all she does is cook, clean, and knit. I still have no clue how she pays for my medical bills. I try to have her let me pay my own bills, but she wont let me. For this I'm great full.
"Yeah Grandma I'm here. Whats up?" Its like 11:30 PM she is never up this late.
"Can you go see if we have any more flour and milk?" Why would she need that this late? Whatever.
I hate this staircase. Its one of those weird spiral stairs that creak every step you take, but my little brother loves the sound they make. He wishes he could make them creak, but that's not the way it works for the dead.
"Yeah, we have milk, but ummm no flour*
"Ok" and that was the end of that.
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RULES OF THE DEAD
-The dead cant be seen unless...
1) they want to be seen
2) you have died and came back
-the dead can interact with anyone no matter what
*most will leave you alone*
-if you disrespect them you will be punished by...
1) bad luck
2) haunting
3) in extreme cases death
4) you can not touch/feel the dead
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If you/they follow these rules and don't do anything stupid. All will be good. Everything will be in balance.
I glad that these rules don't apply to me i can see and feel the dead they think I'm one of them
