It was almost a sour taste when my body was crushed between both vehicles. I had fallen badly as the first car hit me but the second car on the wrong side of the road had crushed my shoulder and rib causing me to scream out into the emptiness of the street. I was sure I was going to die any second now but at the moment I was trapped in my head like a prisoner as I saw death approach. Question is could one teen, meaning me, fight the hands of death or not. It seemed impossible to move away from death's gripping hands which were solid ice as they gripped me like I was nothing more than a small rag doll not weighing my 6 stone or my 5"4 in height but as if I were just an ant.

I felt myself go through a long clouded flashback of family, my ex and friends and them days felt like a dream until life at home became a battlefield and my cutting started. But I never chased after death never it was odd because I was bullied in school because I was emo (when I am actually scene).

Oh wait before I carry on let me introduce myself yes my death seems a good place to introduce myself. My name is Florence Piper Howard, I am 15 and lived in Manchester but I am dead so yeah, I no live there anymore. My hair is long black with blue dyed tiger stripes and I haveHeterochromia iridum so one of my eyes were silver and the other was blue. I guess I could have a worse pairing of colours like blue and green. I am 5"4 in height and 6 stone in weight; I am small and thin goodie.

At the minute I am in fact suspended in the air by death my eyes tightly shut as memories flash by but then suddenly Death's grip lightens and I feel myself fall. And then see green.