Dying is horrible

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I know this is short, but the next will be longer. I promise.

I remember my death all too well. it was a stormy day, dark clouds covering the sun.
My parents asked me to stay home that day, I refused and said I would be fine.
But of course that turned into a lie.
On my way to school there was this bridge, its old and stone, the railings were short and damaged but I had never paid attention to it.
As rode my bike across the wet stone bridge a giant gush of wind blew me right over the edge.
I'm not really sure how I was feeling, it was all going in slow motion but all too fast.
I felt numb, the cold air stinging my skin as I fell, my soundless scream coming from my mouth.
Then everything stopped and it all went to black.
I awoke on some rocks, i felt different... But that's when I saw my body in front of me.
It was mangled and bloody, I held back my vomit and sat in the shadows waiting for a sign.

I sat there in the dark, staring at my corpse. I had many thoughts going through my mind.
'What's going on?'
'What's gonna happen next?'
'Am I dead?'

Suddenly a man walked up and examined my corpse, poking it with his umbrella.

"Hey that's my corpse your poking!" I yelled, I know it sounds weird but I feel like he disrespected me at the time, you know.

"I am aware" he responded, I had been surprised when he answered.

"Am i dead?"

"What gave it away, the corpse in front of you?" I sighed and stood up.

"So...what happens next?"

"You have options" I open my mouth to speak, but shut it. 'Options?'
"You can either go to heaven if you choose or become a ghost, but there are some roles you could take on if you wish. You can A; be a reaper and guide people at the start of their afterlife. B; be an angel and guide people to heaven and take care of business in heaven. C; a demon, and live in hell/collect souls or D; be a poltergeist and cause trouble" i pondered, sure it would be lonely being without my parents, but I'm sure I'd be fine without them.

"I...choose to Be a poltergeist" he raised a brow.

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"Alright" and with that he snapped his fingers"

This all happened fourteen years ago...

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