Christopher M. Triola is, or was, a 17 year old with a problem. He is dead! Dead as a door nail, a ghost, a Spector. Gone, gone, gone. Most guess that after death you just shoot on up to heaven and everything's better, especially those who commit suicide. This is the story of a young man that tried to run from his past and destroy his future, but didn't realize that it meant the destruction of others' minds and feelings, and even their lives as well. He destroyed himself, because the world destroyed him, and ends up regretting it in the end, wishing he was never born. Let's see where this after death journey takes him shall we?