How I Died

Prologue

I am dead. At the age of 17, Not even qualified as a senior yet. An I'm already dead. My whole life taken away, by someone who either knew my potential of not, or just didn't care.

I could've been your family doctor, your local librarian, the lady at a dog shelter. I could've been your neighbor, your coworker, your partner. But neither of us will ever know.

I'll never know what true love is, what having a family is like. Everything I wanted to achieve in life, there's no point in saying, because I'm dead.

True I could've been something terrible if the cards were played right, your worst nightmare, burglar, I could've even done what this person did to me.

But I know in my heart I'm not really like that, cause if I was I would've ended my own life without the help of a second party. Cowardice you might say? I think it's the bravest thing to do. Tell me if one person you know that is so unhappy that they can take there own life. I don't think you do. An if you did you may call them selfish.

But in truth you just wanted them happy right? This is what makes them happy. Well this isn't a suicide or depression story to make that clear. This is a murder, involving me Olivia Wilde an a person.

This is the story, of how I died.