A Sweet Kiss With Death

Lucky Me

I was born March 24 1999, and died 2 years ago when I was 16. I should really be 19 right now, but it seems life didn't work out for me.

I remember the date of my death, and barely anything else. I was killed February 14 2016, 39 days before my birthday.

Lucky me.

The thing I hate the most about being dead is the fact that I can barely see, I can hardly feel anything, I can barely hear anything, and my wounds still hurt. Plus whenever I try to breathe or cry it feels like I'm dying all over again.

And don't even get me started on hearing and watching the few people you care about either mourning, or not caring. It hurts, a lot.

I have a story, and here it is;