I don't remember much that happened that day. All I know is that it was black and cold and I was scared. But not like winter cold. More like a frozen pond cold. And not scared as a little girl hearing a noise under her bed late at night when your parents are away. Not like a spider on your arm or seeing your new puppy get hit by a car. No the fear I had was breath taking. Far worst than most can even dream.
My name is Daniel, and I am dead.
I'm 16 well at least I think I am.I don't remember to much of what all happened that night. But the bullet wound on my chest and scars on my face would say I was murdered .
But knew it Doesn't matter anymore. Well I could go track down and beat the crap out of the ass who did this to me, but it's not worth it. It's not like it would bring me back. I'm dead now. No pulse, No breathing, no heart beat. I'm just dead.
Just to get this straight I'm not in a coffin. I'm not in hell or in heaven to be honest I don't know were I am. And I didn't see a bright glowing light when I died. I think I'm in-between somehow. There is no living in this world. But it just like the living world. But duller the grass is dead and dust everywhere. No one really talks here either. Most keep to themselves sure you'll see the occasional mother talking to her children who died in a plane crash or car accident or whatever. They'll whisper and randomly glare at others who get to close. Or sometimes they'll be a ghost, but they aren't as common as you think. The only people that will turn into a ghost is a person that died in a fire were they no longer have a body. That's when they will turn into a ghost but not like the kind you see with hand made costumes on Halloween they are more or an outline or them former selves.
I live in New York in a little apartment. Sure the location is ok but the neighbor is a bitch. You would think that would change after you die but no it Doesn't.
My neighbors name is Sally she's in her late 30s I believe. She says she died by laughing. But we all know that's not true. Knowing how she is she had no friends to laugh with. She most likely committed suicide. Anyway she is tall and has really ugly thick red hair all in curls and sticks out at shoulder length. She has red lipstick and thick mascara. She tends to smoke a lot and always goes on about how she misses her cat mr.snowball or what ever the things name was.
My apartment is dull sodden floors, and gray walls. There is no need for heat due to the fact that I'm dead. Which helps, death has lots up good thing that's go along with it for example. You don't have to eat, no need for food.
2. You don't have to pay rent, no money
3. No school, obvious reasons.
4. Yup that's about all I can think of now.
The dead do sleep. We do dream just like you. Except we dot. Dream our own dreams we dream a living persons dream. Whatever they think we think. There nightmares don't scare us though because that's when hey see how we died. My room is dull as well but I have a king size bed with red and black bedding. I don't have pajamas though, I just have my white shirt with black jacket and my aero. skinny jeans and army boots. I mostly were my hair down it goes down to the bottom of my boobs, also wavy. And it's brown light and dark. I'm tan as a dead person can get when there dead. I also have glassy green eyes. Also cuz I'm dead.
There has only been one person that I could " talk to", his name is Zach. He's my age I believe. He's tall and has blue eyes and black hair. If I were still alive I might even find him attractive. He lives 2 apartments over. He has a red hoodie and Nike shirt. And of corse jeans and shoes duh. Well anyway we normally "talk" down the road by the coffee shop. Of corse we can't have coffee so instead we just go people watching. This is when we sit at a table out side and watch people and guess how they died. For example the guy with the ax in his back. Ill be willing to bed that he was killed by a hater. Or tried to do a back flip over an ax but I think it's the 1st one.
