I sat there, on my own grave...Looking hollow and invisible. Daylight shone through my pink petalled dress, that was smothered in dirt, my tights that were ripped, and my face that was pale and bruised. I was dead...I had been run over in June 2004 and was now watching my mother place flowers in my lap, as supposed on my grave stone. The run over was severe. Dangerous. It hit me with a thump, i was sent flying against a brick wall, i watched my life speed ahead before me. I had broken my neck, and had broken ribs. My heart stopped beating as soon as the car jolted into me. My poor friends had to stand and watch it all, crying and screaming till they fell to the ground...I lay there silent...watching over my friends as i was a ghost, a mere spirit that was now waiting to meet my fellow spirit friends. I was in HELL. Where the Devils lived. I had been a bad girl...Although i was innocent on the outside. The devils ruled me, controlled me. They gave me strength, power, hate and death. I could revenge on my life like i was never alive. I could haunt those i hated, i could treat those i loved. Life was the best. I wore new clothes, A long black cloak that swung around my curved body, Big black boots, Leather red dress and a forked red tail that hung proud on me spine bone. I was now so popular that i was known as the Devil Queen.