My name is Elizabeth, and this is the story of how my life, my perfect life, got turned upside-down and how I was murdered. Purgatory is where I roam; still hoping someone will find my murderer. I was murdered 5 years ago, 4 days before my party. I was just about to turn 14. My boyfriend told me he got me a perfect gift but I never found out what it was. The day of my birthday, I was buried. My soul is bounded to the land between Heaven and Earth and every where I go I hear a song of how wherever I go I will be followed into the dark. I see everyone I knew. I follow some of them each day. My mother, Alanna, is still mourning my death. My father, Trace, never gave up on finding out who killed me, but it always leads him to a dead end. My boyfriend, Mitchel, never found another person he liked as much as me. My friend, Sarah, always wore black and never changes to another color. I'd sit in my room when there was no one else to follow. My murderer was a terrible boy. I knew it was a boy and not a man by his voice. It was by brother. After he killed me, he committed suicide so no one ever found out it was him. He saw the light; I didn't. Let's go back 2 days before I died. I was in Earth Science and next to me was my twin brother. All the girls loved him. All my friends said he was cute, but that's not my field to judge. I was 20 minutes older than him but he thinks he should protect me from danger. But I soon found out he was protecting me from things that might hurt me because he wanted to kill me himself. I never found out why he wanted to hurt me but I overheard him talking about me with his friends saying I was a suck up to our parents and I always got him I trouble, but I never got him in trouble. I got him out of trouble and got the blame put on me. I served the punishment for him and he never said thank you to me.
"Maybe he wanted to get in trouble?" Sarah said one day when I asked her.
"Who wants to get in trouble?" Mitchel asked.
"Mason is an idiot. I feel like he should be in a mental home." I said.
"He could be jealous." Sarah said.
"Of what?" I said.
"That you were the better child. Your parents loved you more. So, he was jealous and made stuff up about you, thinking it would spread around the school and nobody would like you."
"Maybe." I said.