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?