The droplets of rain fell from the sky, passing through me. I don't remember how I died. All I knew, is that it was a cold rainy night when I left my life. How did it happen? Why did it happen?
I couldn't leave this world, and move on to a new life. I couldn't feel anything, but emotions. I couldn't feel coldness, warmth, or even the rain drops. I knew, I was a spirit. A spirit in purgatory, trying to remember her own death. But why did it happen? How did it happen? But more importantly, how could I remember my own death with the disability of making contact with people who would know?!
"Do they seriously expect me to stalk people?!" I screamed out to the cloudy sky in disbelief, blushing violently. Was that what people have to do in order to remember?! However, as I was having a fit, I failed to notice that I had began to fall and nearing the ground at a fast rate. My brown orbs widened, a shriek leaving my lips as I covered my eyes with my arms. But, I'm dead and everything about myself was transparent I remembered, becoming angry at myself. Before I could hit... Um, I mean go THROUGH the ground, I found myself floating upwards once more.
I inhaled sharply as I watched the ground move away from me once again. "W-What just happened?! Why did that happen?! Ugh! How am I suppose to fly steadily?!" I yelled in anger, furious at my lack of control.
Eventually, I learned how to fly, or actually stay in one spot. Flying, isn't as simple as people thought for those who have gone. Most, believe they grow wings which would've been very helpful! In order to stay in one place, at least to my knowledge, is that I can't let any of my emotions get the best out of me. Mostly, happiness. Though, that wouldn't make as much sense due to the fact when someone realizes their dead, they are normally gloomy.
