My name is Lyra. I am 17. That's all I remember. I don't know what happened to me. I only know I am dead. I don't remember my past life. I only know I grew up and died in the home I never left. No one lives here anymore. I am alone.

I do not know how I died. I am determined to find out. But I can't do it alone. I need help. Help from a boy I used to love.

This is my story.