Prologue
The stench of burnt flesh, the noise of the sirens and the screams of scared and people full of pity.
The ugly picture of it all.
That was the last picture before blackout.
I was for a minute or two hovering above ground. I began wandering,I knew I was dead. I was, was I? For if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to defy gravity and hover above people, suddenly knowing what was going on inside their heads. Suddenly feeling all their emotions. Suddenly feeling all their pains towards that pathetic girl, right at the center of the street, swimming in her own blood.
The papers and flowers scattered at the pavements of that corner of the street. Their I was, pale and lifeless and then he came out from the car, placed both his hands at his head as if he could silence the noise of it all, walking towards my body.
Touching my about-to-be cold hands, I felt it. Then their was that blinding light. He was my last memory, he was my killer.
