I stood back from the telescope shocked. They all knew I was dead. I was dead. Dead, in the ground dead. Well not in the ground yet, but soon I would be.
But I was living. I was living and breathing but aging down. Waiting to be born again. I would have to be born again, not me, someone else. I would probably not even remember who I was before. I wouldn't remember my siblings or parents. My friends would forget about me.
How were they dealing with this? Did they care? Did they think I wasn't ever going to come back and there is no reason to even suspect that I am still alive? Will anyone come back for me? Will I be alone forever?
"You look familiar." A teenage boy says as he looks at me. He looks to be my age. His hair is messy and brown, his eyes were blue though.
"My name is Jen if that helps." I say. He looks at me for a second.
"Jennifer Ross?" he guesses. I nod and he speaks, "My dad worked with your dad. He had a picture of you in his office. Didn't you just graduate?" he asks me.
"I did, two weeks ago." I confirm. "Did you just die, like me?" I ask as we sit down on to benches by the lights.
"I did, I died a few hours ago now. I was hit by the school bus while walking home. What about you?" he asks me.
"I died a few hours ago too; I was killed by my birth dad." I say.
"That sucks."
"Yeah." It then becomes awkward. We sit there quietly, "Have you looked...?" I asked.
"I have, they're pretty upset." He says, "What about you?"
"My mom was sobbing, phoned my dad. She had to tell my nine year old sister." I say with a sigh.
"That sounds horrible." He says, "By the way, my name is Ross, Ross Dawn." He says.
"Nice to meet you Ross." I say as we shake hands. It's like talking to myself.
"I'm going to look out again, talk to you later?" he asks. I nod and he walks over to look out of one of the telescopes. I walk over to my one from before and sigh. All of the sudden I realize something, in what I saw my mom was wearing a dress. But she had a bump, could she be?
"She cant be." I say to myself as I walk out of the lighthouse to clear my head. "Everything I know is gone, this sucks."