I died because I got hit by a car. Now I walk around the streets on my own, trying to find my family and friends. Trying to find someone to talk to.


1. Death

My feet ached as I walked down the road. It was cold and the air clung to my cheeks. My fingers were numb. Car tires crackled against the road. The wind blew my hair around my head and strands fell into my open mouth. I cross the road cautiously, it was dark. As I walked up a street I saw bright headlights coming from behind me, then something crashed into me forcing me to fall to the damp ground. I felt blood roll down my face.

I was confused.

How did this happen?

Why did this happen?

I closed my eyes and waited for death to find me.
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