The Queen Of Depression

I wanted to tell my story. So here it is-

He reached down towards the ground, his other hand still holding on to the females' fingers, and gently placed a snowball looking flower on her mid stomach on top of where her other hand laid. He placed her other hand over ever so gently, but not before staring at her and softly letting out a saddened sigh.

I looked back at the girl and saw her eyes were open. I looked back to my father as he started to walk away from the coffin and I watched him leave. I looked back to realise the girl in the coffin was me. I was the redhead that man, my father, was crying over the loss of.

The coffin started to sink into the ground and tears spilled down my cheeks as I realised I was suddenly in the coffin. The lid closed and I felt my breathing stop, I closed my eyes and peacefully accepted the fact that I was dead.