I stood in the corner and watched the doctors check on the girl laying in the bed. Her skin a fair pale, and her dark brown hair brushed neatly to her side. She looked at peace. She looked dead.

I watched as my mom and dad came in, began crying at the sight of her. My little brother ran in, telling her to wake up that it wasn't time to be asleep. The only response he got was her chest moving up and down.

I watched as they ignored me and went to the girl who wasn't me. To the girl who was dead with a moving chest.

It's been like this for a couple of days, I would stand in this corner and just watch the body that they claimed to be mine. I didn't feel like moving, I didn't feel like speaking. I was feeling the way she was suppose to be. I was feeling dead. I was scared yet at peace, I was worried yet I knew everything was fine. I was closer death as the minutes pass by then anyone ever knew.

On the fifth day, someone finally came. She was wearing a black dress with red details. Her curly black hair flowed down as her smile was deep and kind. "Jasmine Mannylong?" She asked kindly.

I nodded and looked up at her. "Jazz for short." I added weakly.

She smiled, "Well I'm Aradia, I'm here to collect you!" her almost to cheery voice told me. "Don't death isn't such bad thing!"

I pinched my lips together and felt a shiver go down my spine. I Looked down at my feet and crossed my arms. "Thanks, I guess." I said weakly, feeling something pound inside of me.

She frowned a bit and placed her hand on my shoulder, "Hey cheer up! Death just means new beginnings!"

I closed my eyes and felt a sob break loose from inside of me. From the darkness inside of them I saw his eyes. His bright sad eyes. How they held an unknown back story and how I just made one for him. I shook my head and covered my eyes. I saw his face again, almost as clear as day, and I felt myself break down even more.

I heard the door open and close, and footsteps come our way. The person probable wanted to sit down on the couch and sleep, they probable want to stay the night with my dead body. I stepped out of their way, and backed up into a wall. I began to slid down and feeling hopeless.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to start a new being! What if I forget everyone! What if I don't! I don't to die, I don't to!"

"Then get on yer feet and start living," A deep voice told me, the faint kiss of a southern accent accompanied.

I looked up, and through my hands I saw a familiar blond hair boy with fair skin. He held a hand out for me with a white smile on his face. Slowly I took my hands from my face and placed one on his hand and the other on his wrist and stood up with his help.

"Good girl," He told me and helped me to my body. "Now do you want to do something cool and get back into your body," he chuckled.

I smiled weakly and nodded. "Thank you for helping me." I told him before placing my hand on my body's head. Slowly I felt myself sink inside of her. I looked up at the man and smiled. "Thank you."

He smiled and placed his hand on my head. He brushed his fingers through it and did a little smirk, "That's what cool guys do, no use thanking me." I smiled and got swallowed by darkness, his warmth still lingering on my head. My mind swirled and I felt pain slowly creep up on me, and when I opened my eyes the once dull lights where now almost blinding.

"Hey, how you feeling?" The man asked, a crooked smile on his lips.

"Alive," I answered with a smile and then with a chuckle, "And hungry."

He chuckled and smiled at me. "Thought so. Would you like to have the juice of the gods? I believe they have apple juice in the cafeteria."

I nodded, "That would be lovely Mister..."

"I'm not that old! I'm Nineteen!" He exclaimed. "I'm Dave. Dave Strider."

I laughed and smiled. "Jasmine. Jasmine Mannylong, but my friends call me Jazz."

"Well Jazz, how bout I get you some juice."