I'm here to tell you a story. It's quick. Sort of. Okay, not really. And confusing. Hell, I hardly understand it, and I lived it. Well, "lived it." See, I wasn't actually alive when everything I'm about to tell you transpired. I was kind of, more of less, dead. Okay no "kind of" I was dead. Past tense. Was dead. I'm alive now…weird right? It's totally weird. Having a body again after being a ghost for so long…well it takes some getting use to. I can't even count the number of times I've run into walls forgetting that I can no longer just go through them.

I know what you're thinking, (and if you're not thinking it then clearly you don't have a brain) you don't go from being a ghost to a person, you go from a person to a ghost. That's what I thought too. I was alive once though. A long time ago. I was actually born on December 20,1852. I lived eighteen years before I was killed. Long story short, my parents found a "worthy" man for me to marry and, turned out, he had a temper. Don't go feeling sorry for me, I hate that. Life for me sucked anyways. I liked girls, of course I didn't know it, it wasn't even something that anyone thought about at that time. I was never happy, and I always felt out of place.

Being murdered is not the way I would have chosen to leave the world, but then again I never really left. Imagine my surprise when I wake up after the "accident" to see my lifeless body broken in the middle of the living room floor. I can't say I was the smartest girl, I can say however that I was fairly stupid. Stupid, vapid and shallow. So after lots of screaming and frantically asking people who couldn't hear, nor see me, what happened I finally came to realize (after having walked through a door) that I was dead.

I spent a few years after that wallowing in my parents house. Haunting it without meaning to. Their lives didn't seem much different without me in it. I don't think they really cared much at all. On top of that, my fiancé, was never charged for his crime. He was a man, I was a woman, no one thought much of it. He ended up marring someone else.

So then how did I go from a ghost back to a live person? That's what I'm here to tell you but in order to answer that question I have to go back a few years, to the first day I laid eyes on her.

I sat down at my laptop to write and this is what came out. Should I continue? Review for kisses and rainbow cupcakes!