My Death

chapter 1, Emma's POV

I did not know the end would come so soon. Yesterday evening I was driving down the highway with the moon roof open and the moon beaming down on my reddish brown hair. Now I am unsure of where or when I am. I can't remember what had happened to me, or when it had happened. This feeling reminds me of waking up after anesthesia, and wondering how I ended up at the dentist's office to begin with.

Sitting here, I am naked, in a dark and damp room. It reeks of mildew and rotting flesh, possibly my own. I try to lift up my head but it is almost as if my body has been super glued to the cold concrete floor. I suddenly realize that I have not been blinking. I physically can't blink. I feel nothing inside of my hollow lifeless body. I try and lift my hand so I can physically hurt myself to see if this is a dream. My hand will not move. I sit and wonder if my family misses me. I wish that I could have been a better daughter.

Throughout high school, I was not the best student. Constantly fighting with my teachers and getting punished for preventable things. At lunch I would sit by myself and eat the horrid things my high school would call "healthy school lunches." I was too weird for even the misfits. The only friend I did have was a boy named Kyle.

Kyle Conners was a junior like me except he was still fifteen. I constantly gave him a hard time for that. Kyle is six foot one with caramel brown hair that always stayed perfectly in place without the use of products. He had something we called constant red face. It didn't make it any better that he suffered from horrible acne and acne scars. Kyle switched school about a month ago in September, meaning that was the last time I had saw him. I doubt he thinks about me anymore. Sitting here in this deafening silence, remembering Kyle, I want to cry. My intangible body physically will not let me. I lay here for what feels like decades.