Some people die because of karma, some people die because of old age and others die on young age. But other dies because murder. My grandma used to tell me that dying would feel like hell, but other’s told me that it would be the last feeling of relief you would ever feel. When I think of living, I think of burdens and problems. When I think of death, I think of free will and joy, but sooner or later you’ll feel the emptiness inside you. Feeling a cold chill running through your bones, telling yourself “ ohhh, why did I ever leave earth?”. But to me being dead doesn't mean loneliness, to me it means figuring things out, knowing about the truth and getting another chance to know more about the life you have made, knowing if the group of friends you built are truly loyal to you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mellisa had her life right in front of her. A perfect life with perfect family and friends, most popular girl in school. Nothing could go wrong. But one tragic event made her lose everything she had, her life. The day she woke up dead, she had no idea of what happen to her. How she died, was she killed? Did she kill herself? Join Mellisa as she unravels the truths in her life, how her perfect life was not so perfect at all and to find out whether someone killed her or have she kill herself. (Sorry if the summary isn't that nice but give it a try, it's better than it looks like.)