The Death of Me

Prologue

Loving him was the death of me. Literally. I'm Callista Martin. If you couldn't already tell, I'm a ghost. All because of my honestly, no good, asshole, boyfriend. You see, one day we were in a fight, and he asked me to get him something from the store. So being the people pleaser I was, I drove all the way off campus to get an eight-pack of beer. Yeah, we were stupid college freshmen. However, on that same day, someone decided it was a good idea to mess with my breaks. On my way to the store, I got into a car crash. I collided with a Honda Pilot, luckily it kept good shape, protecting the family inside, while I... well, I died. The only reason I am still here, is because when my door came, I didn't go through it. I missed my chance to go to heaven, -or wherever you go after death- and instead, am living on Earth. That was a year ago, and I'm still here on Earth. The only people who know about me, and can see me, are my best friends, Gwen, and Ashton. Now, what I diddn't know until recently, is the reason why they can see me. Gwen, a short brunette, with deep chocolate brown eyes, who has been friends with me since we were children, is a werewolf. Yeah, you heard me right, werewolf. Ashton, a tall boy, with shaggy blond hair, and deep blue eyes, who could be easily mistken for a Ken doll, is a fairy. I live with them, in a small country house. So basically, think about everything you thought was real, and rethink it. Werewolves, vampires, fairies, angels, ghosts, demons, witches, warlocks, and other things you could only dream of. They are all real.

Hey guys! This is just a prologue! If you like this, and want me to continue, then vote and comment! I know that A/N are annoying, but they need to be done. Well, enjoy I guess!

~Kenzie;)