Melanie's P.O.V:
I was sat down next to Matt, he was writing in his diary. I saw the young boy from yesterday, he went away before I could question him. I walked over to him, "hi." I said kneeling down next to him, "I'm Melanie. What's your name?"
"Ian," he said quietly. "How did you die?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"How did you die?" I asked, "sorry. If you don't want to talk about it, then it's fine."
"I was killed, by a bomb. A solider killed me."
"I'm so sorry," I said. "I'll see you around okay?" He nodded and ran off, I stood up and sat down next to Matt. I began to read what he was writing.
Dear Melanie, how you died makes me sick to my stomach. I hope that you've found peace-
"That's how, that's how I find peace!" I shouted, I stood up and ran over to Ian. "Ian, how come you haven't found peace?"
"Because I want to kill who killed me," he said running off. I began to run after him.
"Wait! Ian," he stopped running and turned around and looked at me. "Who killed you?"
"Jason Hale."

YOU ARE READING
The day I died
Mystery / ThrillerI died, I know I did. I'm a ghost, but why am I walking around? Breathing, eating. I have to find out what is going on. I have to remember the day I died.