It feels great to know that I'm dead. But then again, it doesn't. What happens now? I don't know. But there's my story. Now I can tell you what's happening to me in the present. Since I'm dead, the past really doesn't seem to matter. Things have been happening since I remembered what happened. I'm getting a sense of time. Everything is coming back to me, but at the same time, I feel myself fading. I can't explain it. I lose myself and it's like being unconscious, but I don't dream at all. Right now, I'm standing by myself. Not alone; by myself. My body. I look horrible. Shannon and Derick are crying as firefighters pull them away from my cold form. Derick is asking himself why this happened. Shannon is just staring into space. I'm in my own spiritual body it seems. I look the same as I did when I was alive. Before the accident, that is. I'm so cold.
They're loading me into the ambulance and getting ready to drive away. The sirens are off. "What about the blood?" I can hear a fireman ask. Another one is replying. "The rain will wash it away. Let's go, man." They climb into the firetruck and drive away while the police talk to the man who hit me. I walk over to him. It's like I'm floating. It's nice to have a body again, even if all I can feel is an icy wind. I set my fingers on his shoulder, but they fall through. There are tears in his eyes and I can feel his pain. I walk over to Derick and Shannon. They are sitting on the curb side by side. I walk up to them and sit in the middle. "Derick," I call. He can't hear me, but I set my chin on his shoulder anyway.
"You two take care of each other. When I was alive, I thought I'd want you to be with me forever." His shoulders shook as he wept into his folded arms. His legs were pulled up to his chest. "Derick. I want you to move on. Not right away, but someday. I want you to find a wonderful girl who you think is," I sniff. I'm crying, though I can't feel tears. I think sniffing is more of an instinct now for me. "beautiful. The best thing since sliced bread." I laugh through my tears. I can't believe I can produce and see my tears. I feel more alive than I have since the accident. I turn to Shannon. "Remember when you asked me what I thought it was like to be dead? Well It's cold. It's scary and lonely, but beautiful in a strange way. You and I used to watch the stars, and that's all I do now. Every second feels like an eternity. For some reason I'm here on earth now. I'll watch over you if I can; you're more of a sister to me than anyone else. And I love you, girl." I wrap my arms around them one by one and pretend to feel their warmth. I stand back and look at them both, taking in their sorrow. "Goodbye." I whisper, the words catching on the raindrops.
I feel the wind get stronger and close my eyes. I'm being pulled backwards. I'm moving so fast that the trees blur around me. I can see people walking around normally even though the landscape is being torn away. Just as I start to be afraid, I stop. I'm in my house now. Standing by the phone.
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Tears in the Stars
Teen FictionWhat would you do if you lost everything, even memories, and didn't know how or why? What if all you saw were stars, and you were lost? What if you didn't know your name? Join a young (or is she old?) woman on her journey of memories and futures to...
