Death Is a Beginning
I died.
At 17, aren't you supposed to feel immortal? Like you'll live forever? People aren't supposed to die this young. Maybe that's why I was given a second chance.
Cold…
I felt cold, like an icy breeze surrounded my ruined body.
Maybe this is death. Maybe this cold is all I'll feel forever. But, I feel… I felt solid ground beneath my feet. Is this normal?
