I Wish.

ch. 2 - graveyard.

It's funny how people say; YOLO

You only do live once, but that once could last years, weeks, days, even seconds.

Now, no-one would expect this.

Standing in front of a polished brown wood coffin again.

But this time it wasn't my dad's funeral........

........it was mine.

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After I died I woke up in the coffin, even though i didn't believe in the after life, now I do.

I literally went through the coffin, I came out to see everyone; colleagues, family, even Jax was there looking as sexy as ever in his tuxedo.

Someone changed my clothes into a white dress, now I'm standing between my mourning mom and brother.

What's going on?

I didn't know the after life would be this boring.

Wait, this is probably where my dad went as well right? I need to find him and apologize.

I kiss my mother, brother and Jax goodbye, even though they didn't quite feel it and walk off into the graveyard.

I walk past hundreds of tomb stones, until I reach my dad's one.

"Dad" I call out.

I don't know what I was expecting, for him to come out of his grave and say 'hello'.

But I wasn't expecting....nothing.

Nothing happened, no paranormal activity.

I keep walking in hope to finding him, but I stumble and fall off something.

I know my way around the graveyard by heart since i visited, I would know if there's a new tomb stone.

I get up and look at the thing that tripped me, all the air is sucked right out of my lungs, and if I wasn't dead already, then this would've killed me:

Rosalina Parker

1995 - 2016

Beloved daughter, sister and girlfriend.

Girlfriend?! We didn't even date!!
Desperate much?

Now standing a metre away from my own tombstone, I start backing away.

"Sad, isn't it?" A voice from behind me says.

I jump 5 metres in the air, and turn around.

A boy around 15 years old is standing behind me, red hair and cute little freckles scattered on his face.

The wierd thing was he was looking at me.

"Y-you can see me?" I ask

"Yeah, you're not the only person who has died here." He says gesturing around the graveyard

"Y-you're dead?" I ask

"Yes. Jacob." He extends a hand towards me.

I take it.

"H-how long?" I ask

"2 years. Car crash." He explains shortly.