A/n I was looking for something which is unique and somethings emotional and this is what i came up with...i hope you approve, i've spent quite alot of time on this, believe it or not. i would love it if you reviewed to tell me your opinions.

i dont own roswell or any of the charactars.

Liz's point of view, whatever she may say may not be the truth, its the way she sees the world and yes it well be confusing but i hope not to confusing.

I am a dreamer by heart so therefor there will be no Tess/Max at the end, although i have to warn the people who do like Tess...she doesn't get a great part in this story, or at all so i would have to advice not to read, although you may still and still give me your opinions, i wont mind.

enjoy...hopefully

I dig my way out were I have been buried, were they all thought that I have died. They are all so pathetic and so blind to see I'm so much better then dead. I have soil and dirt inside my fingernails while I'm struggling to breathe. I can finally see the bright moon shinning on me as tears come shimmering down my cheeks. It dawns on me that I will never see the sun again.

I see someone lurking in the shadows as I'm gasping for the breath I so desperately need. My memories are haunting me, it doesn't seem like they are going to go away. I lift my head high and I give a sly smile to the person who is watching me. They see me I know they have and I know they are ready to attack but so am I. I get off the ground and shake the dirt of my pale skin as I see them running towards me, in their hand I see what looks like a stake.

Before they could come within ten metres distance I turn and was getting ready to do a high kick but something stopps me. "My conscience" so instead I turn the other direction and I run out of the cemetery and onto several high buildings. Ihesitantly turn around to see if they were following me and to no surprise they where. I stop myself and slowly turn around.

"Why are you following me?" I ask a little more then demanding.

"It's a slayers job" the small blonde replied

"What, to stalk dead people?" it would be almost funny if I wasn't in this situation I think to myself. "I thought the slayer was only in Sunny dale" I ask not really caring

"I was, until I had to recall the other slayer" she had a flash of despair in her eyes.

I laugh, "so who's the lucky bitch"

For some reason I regret asking as she answers with one word

"You"

I instantly shut my mouth and silently kick myself.

"So what now your just gonna kill me?" I ask irritably

"I would hate to rub It in...but your already dead" she replies

I look at her,

"True" I say,

"Guess you have to catch me in order to dust me" with that I run as fast as I can to building to building, already knowing that she has given up or at least for tonight.

I wonder how long I have been in that coffin, I think to myself, as im still running still not knowing where im going to end up. I jump off a tall building and end up in an ally were there is only a large bin.

I know I have to find someone to help me but it doesn't feel like I can trust anyone anymore, or maybe I never did. It suddenly hits me, I look at my clothes, they still have dirt and soil stains on my dress, I'm desperately trying to flick it off but it doesn't seem to be working. I'm getting incredibly impatient as I finally give up.

I wonder why they put a dress on me; they all know I hate dresses so why did I have to be stuck with a dress for all eternity to sleep with?

I wonder if he came to my funeral, if he cried...if he even cared, as I look up at the moon the second time that night. I decide to put something else on besides this dress.

I wonder if my room is still intact if they were all glad to get rid of me that they through all my stuff out.

I walk slowly towards the side of the Crashdown, I slowly look up to see my balcony and with one single high jump I'm on my well known balcony which I have sat on a billion times before. I try to open my window but of corse it was locked, I quickly look around to make sure no one is looking then I break the lock without even a struggle, I smileto myself.

I quickly glance around to see that everything was still in the same place I left it. I guess I haven't been dead for more then two days. I go towards my closet and shuffle through it; I pick out a pair of loose baggy pants and a nice purple top to go with it. Satisfied with my choice I quickly change.

I go into the bathroom to do my hair in the mirror and to my surprise I cant even see how pale my skin is. I touch my face and I feel how cold it is, I shiver at the emptiness I feel. My hand touches my heart and if I weren't already dead I would have had a heart attack. "I don't have a pulse," I whisper to myself, "I don't even have a reflection." tears slowly brim down my cheeks, I angrily wipe them away.

I quickly do my hair in a high pony tail, trying to do it without a mirror was very difficult. Satisfied at how it felt I go back into my room and jump out the window and then on the footpath.

One thought crossed my mind, "I'm going to kill the bastard who did this to me" I whisper