The fallen angel

Chapter 1

BANG

"Ow that hurt... what... what's happening?.. that's my body but... but I'm standing right here..."
I feel a cold shiver travel down my spine as I see my body laying on the floor in front of me. In the distance I see a police officer.
"Hello sir, I was wondering if you could tell me what's happening? Police officer? Hello!?!" I start yelling as I become so fustrated.
"Hello please say something," I yelled as I noticed my body slowly being placed in a body bag "You leave my body alone! Do you hear me!"
But they didn't, they didn't hear me and they couldn't see me. A bag black with no handles empty and cold soon to be filled with my pale and lifeless body was lowered onto the floor to the right of where I was standing. Now at this point my body had just been outlined with chalk and is now being moved from the blood covered floor into the cold body bag.
In the distance I could see an elderly women( she looked as if she was in her late 40 to early 50) crying. It was my mother...
As I turn around I can see my body being zipped into the body bag. With in a few seconds my body was being town into the ambulance without any care or respect for me.

The begging

As I stand there waiting for new comers to arrive so I can explain to them they are safe and that they have control over their actions. I explain to them the difference between the fallen angels and the blessed angels. How the blessed angels have grey wings and the fallen have either black wings or one black one white. I also explain to them how they are not fully dead but they have just left their body.

My life before my death

My life before my death was normal. Teenager going to school hanging out with friends the normal teen things. Except my boyfriend he wasn't good for me, he was the reason I died but we'll get to that later, my dad died in 2005 on Christmas eve I was only 5 when he passed away so after that I became really close to my mum but she wasn't coping well with his death. My friends well they were all mad but I loved them I even treated one like my long lost sister she was called kaliya, she was always there for me and I was always there for her but we had that type of connection you don't have with anyone else. But when I was at school I would be called these names one that everyone liked was "unknown" when I was 13 I had a crush on my boyfriend Im had before I died he was trouble and he helped provoke my death...