I opened my eyes to a bright white light. There was no land or sky, no objects, people, animals, or buildings. Just me. In a white space, somehow standing, despite the lack of anything and everything.
I looked at my feet, and realised I was wearing white pumps. I also noticed I happened to be wearing a formal white dress, (possibly a bridesmaid's dress of some sort) that flowed down to my knees, and had blue floral patterns intricately stitched across the skirt. A thin white ribbon was tied around my waist, though it was dotted in deep red. My hand automatically reached to my stomach. Blood. A gash - possibly a knife wound - surrounded by a pool of blood was the only imperfection to the dress I never owned, and in that moment, looking from the blood to the empty space around me, I realised I was dead.
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Teen FictionWhen Aubrey wakes up and finds herself dead, she's presented with a door to the afterlife. Before she can open it, she needs to unravel the mystery of how she died. With the help of her new ghostly friend, she struggles to find the answers. Was it...
