Just a Phase

Hi, my name is Ember. A lot of people think that just because ghosts are dead, we don't feel anymore. But it's not true. I've always felt alone. Even when I was alive. Nobody ever noticed though. Not even my own family. My parents said it was just a phase and that I would grow out of it soon, that I was just being a typical teenager. But they were wrong.

When I was younger people used to say how well behaved I was. Now my parents wonder where the old me went. The cheerful little girl who would rush out of school so she could show her mother the picture she drew or the story she wrote. But they never noticed the fire that used to burn so bright, was slowly going out. I was dying inside and they didn't even care.

I was seventeen when it happened. My band, Cold Fire had just scored a record deal with a big company. They held a concert so we could show everyone what we were made of. The crowd went wild for us, especially during my guitar solo. We had a party afterward to celebrate. Everyone got so drunk. Nobody could afford the taxi home and nobody wanted to walk so Ziggy, the drummer offered to drive us home. But we never made it that far. There was a huge pile-up outside the car park. Nobody survived.

I never even got a chance to tell my parents how much I loved them. They never knew that I cared. We even had an argument right before the concert. They said that I couldn't go because I had to study if I wanted to get into college. I told them that I didn't want to go to college, that I would make it in the music business or die trying. That's a little something that I call irony.

When I died, it didn't hurt. I would love to tell you that I saw a bright light and angels, but that would be a lie. All I remember is everything going dark and then I was floating outside a door that had my name on it, so I decided to go take a look. It was exactly like my room except it wasn't, if you know what I mean. And then I floated right past a mirror and got the biggest shock of my life. Or afterlife, depending on how you look at it. My beautiful auburn curls were gone. Instead, my hair was teal coloured and straight.

My skin also looked a little on the green side too. I had black streaks under my eyes aswell, which I remembered putting there for dramatic effect, for the concert. Then everything came flooding back.

I was dead.

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