So basically, I'm dead. I doubt this whole thing is a joke, because I'm pretty sure people aren't pretending to not hear, see, feel, or even smell me. I don't know where I'm supposed to be at the moment. Am I trapped between heaven and hell? Makes sense cause I'm not religious, but I can't be the only non-religious face around. Then...Where's everyone else, because this is just as bad as they say hell is.
"It seems that losing someone you love can add on 100 years to your life and 100 pounds of misery onto your soul."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.