Nothing made sense. Why would it? Life is never suppose to make any sense at all. One day you're happily walking down the same path you took everyday to school, the next you're in an ambulance bleeding profusely as the medics try their best to stop the bleeding as much as they could. But they couldn't.
Even in death, you can't believe what a sick game life is playing. You're dead. You are certain of it. The cold body in front of you proves it. And yet, you're here looking at the world as you normally would. What is so different in this life? You're as invisible as you were alive. Nobody took the time to talk or look at you before now its only fitting that you're stuck in the same situation.
You sit near your cold body. You felt sorry knowing nobody was coming to claim it. You were its only companion. You stared at the lifeless body looking at the disjointed neck, and broken limbs slightly cringing at the thought how painful that might have been. You're lucky you don't remember anything other than that moment you saw that car coming towards you. It plays in your head like a broken record player. You wish you could turn back time but you can't. If only you had taken your time to sit and eat your breakfast. Maybe that minute could have changed your life. If only. Life had too many if only... But the reality was, nothing was going to change. You just had to deal with the constant change of life.
You watched as they cremated your body. You wanted to cry for it but tears never came. You smelled the burn of flesh through the furnace. That was you. Burning away. In a minute, your very existence ceased with dust.
As hard as you want to, leaving the hospital scared you. You've been here for a month now. You've been in multiple surgeries watching as surgeons struggle to keep everyone alive. Once in a while, you witness a loss. It doesn't happen to often though. You wonder if maybe you had the chance to get here, you could probably have been saved. But who would visit and bring you flowers telling you to get well soon. Nobody. Maybe death was the better choice. You can't help but wonder though.
The first time you got any attention was when you were sitting at the cafeteria. You can't help but look behind you knowing that maybe she was smiling through you and not at you. But she wasn't. She was smiling, walking towards you. You're only really convinced when she slides beside you and says Hi. If you could have fainted, you would have. The idea seemed foreign to you that someone would want to smile or even say hi to you when no one did that when you're alive. Seeing as you're dead, the thought became even more confusing.
"Hi.. I'm Rachel"
[Had this story in my head for ages and it was annoying me. So, I typed it out.]