Life After Death?

I felt water, my hair floating in a mass of auburn curls. I grew cold and my hearing became muffled.

"Is she awake?" I heard a panicked woman yell. I didn't feel anything. All I knew was cold and a feeling of floating away. Suddenly, the world went numb. .

"Clementine! Get down! You can't stay up there forever, get down now!" I saw myself at six, sitting in a tree house. I was crying, though I can't remember why. My foster parents were standing in the garden wearily trying to get me down, with little success. I was stubborn, even then, at six. I felt a tugging feeling and the memory was pulled away.

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I saw myself again, this time a little older. I was on the beach, staring out into sea. This situation, I remember. I had just found out my parents were dead, and that I was a foster child. I don't think that before this moment I had ever feel what it was like to feel truly alone. I wanted to go over and comfort myself, but there was no point. I was purely a memory. I saw myself start sobbing uncontrollably into my knee. I saw my "father" come over and try to comfort me. I pushed him away angrily. I saw a flash of anger in his face, but it left so quickly it might not have ever been there. His original look of weariness came back and he trudged back to the house, leaving me in the sand.

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next memory, I was sixteen. I was at a concert, the music was controlling me and like the rest of the crowd, I was blindly jumping up and down, intoxicated by the music. The singer of the band did a stage dive and he knocked me to the ground. I let out a bloodcurdling scream of pure agony as I was knocked to the ground. I tried to stand up but I couldn't, the pain in my chest was too much and I fell back over. I winced in pain as I hit the ground, and the crowd around me dispersed. I saw the singer leaning over me as I sobbed, he held out a hand and i took it, leaning on him for support. He took me backstage and I got some ice.

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last memory was only last month, at the wharf. I was with a few friends, and the band member who by this time was my boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me off the wharf. We stayed under the water for a minute and came back up soaking and laughing our heads off. That was maybe the only time I felt truly happy during my teenage years, apart from the day I died. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach, the kind you get while having soup. I never wanted to leave this moment, but I had to.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story on here and oh my glob I'm nervous about putting it up. This is just a little taster of it, and I hope you enjoy it! Stay amazing!

Vic