Read at your own risk, I'm new at this so this story might have a lot of mistakes, don't judge much but if you do see any comment below and I'll try to change it. I'm foreign so my English isn't great, have fun reading anyway. "My name is Skye Black and I died a day after my 18th birthday. I would think that is considered extremely unlucky. So my gravestone should say 24.08.1996-25.08.2014, but no one knows I died, because I woke up the next day in someone's room alive, how do I know I died well you kinda just stop fighting it after all the struggle and blackness and warmth starts to surround you, it creeps up on you slowly taking you away and you let it."