Diaphanous. I go by Dia. Last night I got into a head on collision and was pronounced dead at the hospital. But my brain is alive while everything else is dead. I don't have a heart beat. No pulse and I don't breathe or need to eat. I don't drink water either. I found these out myself. I still have to go to school though. I have yet to figure out if I age. When I came home yesterday my family ignored me. There scared I can tell. They don't want me anymore. They know I'm not me anymore. I went to bed as soon as I got home. When I woke up I didn't know where I was. A lady walked in with some papers. She told me my parents put me up for adoption and that someone really did adopt me overnight. I walked down a staircase with her. She lead me into a room where a man who looked to be about 25 was sitting on a chair. He looked shady as fuck. I ran as fast as I could. The lady grabbed me. Shit. They signed papers and the man came up to me and held my hand I ripped my hand away and he didn't bother trying again. I put my earphones in and shuffled my playlist. November by Sleep With Sirens came on. I felt better. We went to a car and drove for hours. He didn't say a word. Then he asked me if I was really dead. He's knows. I said yes. We pulled up at a house a small house in the middle of no where.
•I just can't get into writing anymore-bubbles•
