So, I had my friend beta read this chapter so there should be less mistakes, if there were any before. Enjoy!
My name was Lyra Salander, according to my memories. My new name is Jinx. I was killed when I was fifteen, by complete accident. I don't really mind. The "after life" is turning out to be much better than my "before life". Now, don't get me wrong, I know some poor fella had it worse than I did, but if I told you what happened in my past life, you'd understand why I said that. My personality hasn't changed. I'm still sarcastic, adventurous, strongly independent, fearless, unobservant, intelligent, persistent, somewhat charming, humorous, and sneaky. I kept my long black hair, but gained light orange eyes. I'm also stuck in a devil costume.
Ironically, it was Halloween, or All Hallow's Eve or All Saints Eve, when I was killed. I was heading to a costume party that was being held in an abandoned warehouse. Yeah, I know. Real smart, huh? Apparently I thought so. Anyway, I was walking by a dark alley and heard a noise. I stopped for a second, listening, before walking again. I felt a cold breeze flow by me as I kept walking. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, then I felt a sharp pain in my back. I gasped slightly and stumbled. I fell to my knees and looked up at the face of my attacker. His face paled when I looked at him and I realized I was being murdered because he mistook me for someone else. I was so angry that I was able to stand again and slap him in the face. I heard a quiet apology before he ran, leaving me out on the street, slowly dying. I could have made it to the hospital, it was just around the corner, but for some reason, I just sat there. I closed my eyes, and fell into a dreamless sleep. When I opened my eyes, there was a boy with white hair and icy blue eyes looking at me.
"Well, hello," I mumbled, sitting up.
"Hi," he said.
"What are you doing? Besides staring at me like a stalker."
"I was just seeing if you were- Wait, you can see me?"
"No," I started sarcastically. "I'm just pretending to look right at you and have this conversation."
He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry. That was a stupid question."
"You think?" I asked, giving him a flat look.
"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, changing the conversation.
"Yeah. Who are you anyway?"
"Jack Frost," he said, holding his hand out.
"I'm...Jinx," I said suddenly, the name floating into my mind, ignoring his out stretched hand.
"Nice to meet you too," he said sarcastically.
I just shrugged and looked down. I saw a knife laying near me and wondered what it was doing there. Shrugging again I picked it up, sliding it into knee high boot. When I looked up, Jack was watching me carefully. I gave him a look and he looked away. I sighed and jumped up, climbing to the roof and sitting on the ledge. Jack flew up and sat next to me, but still a respectable distance away.
"So, why are you here, Frost?" I asked, watching the night fly by.
"I was flying by and saw you laying down on the sidewalk with a knife by you. I was worried you killed yourself," he replied.
"No, some weirdo came by and stabbed me. I think he mistook me for somebody else," I said, the memory suddenly popping into my mind.
"Well then."
After that, we just let the silence take over. He looked lost in his thoughts and I was trying to figure out what happened. Obviously I was dead, the evidence was there. However, obviously, I didn't know that my "after life" would be completely different than my "before life". If I did, I might not have questioned everything like I did back then.