The Mystery Of Alexandra The Great

Missing Girl

Death. It is inevitable, something we all see coming. Everyday we live, the choices we pick we always joke, "I wanna die, kms." etc. But when you experience death, it sucks. You might be thinking, if i were dead then how am i telling you this. Well thats the thing about me, I am dead. Or so I was. I don't know how it happened but here I am sitting on a bench waiting for the bus covered in dirt. Thats right, i was buried. Fuck! I never let that sink in. I was buried and i had to dig myself up. I don't remember what happened, all i remember is going home from school. I was walking home and then nothing, there is just blank, black space. 

I guess i should start with my name. My name is Alexandra Matthews, Lex for short. I am 16 years old, or should i say was. Huh, i don't know, well guess i will figure that out. So currently i just got on the bus and trying to go home, wait, where even am i? There was a lady in front of me and i tapped her shoulder.

"yes?" the lady said,

"Um, yes, do you know where exactly am I?"

"Oh? well we are in Philadelphia,Pennsylvania."

"What?" I am in Pennsylvania. Well fuck, I live in New York. How is this even possible? Well I was dead too so i can't complain.

"Thank you, ma'am" I told the lady,

"No problem?" and she just turned back into her seat.

After figuring out where i was and how i was getting back to New York, i devised a plan. Right now I am on yet another bus.  After the first bus ride, i had to figure out some way to get money. Luckily, i had been to Philadelphia before and me being me had a little storage unit where i came when i needed to be alone. Maybe thats why i am in philadelphia? that i came that day? i don't know. Anyways in the storage unit i had clothes and a bit of money that had saved, I worked at this little shop in New York. I changed and set on my way. On the bus, no one was really on board, it was like 3am, I'll probably make it home by 5. You guys might be wondering, How i know that I am dead. Well on the bus ride i fell asleep and got these memories from that day. But thats not confirmed it. It was the knife stab i had on the side of my stomach.  I don't know how i got it, or who gave it to me. But some how i am not dead. 

By the time i made it to new york, i walking and saw a news paper, the date read April 16, 2017. The fuck?!!! The last i remember it was November 15, 2016. That is when i started to freak out the most, not that being dead wouldn't freak me out. I made my way to some library I've never been. I silently made my way to the computer and typed in my name. There were many articles, but i clicked on the first. I read over it, the first line, "Alexandra Matthews missing since November." I couldn't believe it, how did this happen?