Letum

I stare at my hand and attempt to place it back on the tip of her shoulder. But it just goes straight through her skin.

"H-He-Help!" I scream. "Help somebody please!"

I run pass the crowd, hoping to have to push past them, but I again go straight through them.

I run trough everyone except for one, and that is me, literally me! I trip over my cold, dead body, and stare back at my ankles. They are painted with blood.

I continue to scream for help, not for the purpose of help, but more for the purpose of doing something that the living do.

"They can't hear you," a voice says behind me.

I turn around to a girl with blonde hair who looks to be about my age. She walks past the others with ease, paying no attention to the ones she walks through.

"Who are you?" I ask between sniffs.

"Let's just say I'm more close to you than you think."

I stare at her blankly.

"Fine, call me Sam."

I stand up. "Am I-" I am too afraid of the next word.

"Dead? Yes. In fact, in Letum."

"What's Letum?" I question.

"Oh boy, this is your first time, huh?"

"First time?"

"Yes the first time you have died."