Disclaimer: Nope, don't own a thing except the idea for this fic!

This is just an idea I got at 11 at night when I was feeling particularly depressed cause of exams (weird way to cheer myself up, right?)

Liam's POV of the time he spent actually being dead before he became undead.

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Becoming Undead

Drifting.

Weightless, lighter even than air.

Nothingness around me.

Yet at the same time it's everything.

No memories of unhappiness.

No feelings.

Hardly even any thoughts.

I feel no tiredness.

Nor pain.

No guilt, nor the constant nagging remorse over having left my family.

It is bliss.

I believe I'm in heaven.

But when a ray of light pierces the darkness I'm in, I know that heaven has not yet been gained.

I struggle to move towards the light.

But something is holding me back.

No. I am not being held back.

I am being pushed away.

The light is shunning me.

What have I done to not be accepted?

A sharp tug drags me away, ever farther from the light.

I feel as if I were on fire, even though is nothing of me to burn.

I am weightless no more.

I am tumbling down to earth, faster and faster.

And changing.

A change so deep and violent and sudden that it makes my soul tremble.

And scream to be released.

Darkness pours into it.

Along with a great deal of pain.

At first it is just mental pain.

All the bad memories.

Being caned as a young boy.

My parents fighting because of the trouble I caused.

Leaving my home forever.

My father telling me – no, making me feel that I'm worthless.

Then the feelings come flooding back.

Sadness at not pleasing anyone.

Guilt over what I've done.

Anger at not being allowed more freedom.

And HATE.

I DO NOT WANT these feelings. I try to cram them out but they only dig themselves in deeper.

Physical pain.

I am in my body once more.

Trapped in darkness, hardly able to move.

I hear heartbeats far away, above me.

The grass rustling in the breeze. Worms moving in the soil around me. Footsteps close by.

OUT. I rip and break and dig. Dirt pouring on to me, filling my clothes and eyes and mouth.

FREE. Air around me at last. I gasp, struggling to fill my lungs, before I realize I don't need to.

She is there. Waiting for me.

The one who has done this to me.

I go to her.

The horror I first felt at the darkness in me has gone. I only feel an unearthly strength running through my body.

I know not what she did to me.

Nor why.

But as I think of all that I shall now be able to do, I feel only a fierce gladness.

And, strangely enough, for the first time in my life I feel truly alive.

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A/N: I meant for this to only be one chapter but if enough people want me to, I'll continue it. Please review and tell me what you think, it only takes a minute to review but it'll make me happy for days! (and believe me, right now I need all the cheering up I can get!) (^-^)