Chapter Three

I remember climbing out of the mud and clawing my way onto the nearby sidewalk before I could even climb to my feet.

The thick muddy like slime drenched me. It was all in my hair, in my lungs, and when I did finally climbed to my feet, my shoes of course where gone. I looked back into the mud puddle, if you want to call it that. It haunted me, alone at the idea that I crawled out of it, knowing no matter how deep down I tried I couldn't remember anything, knowing that pit of mud was endless inside.

I walked home regretting every second of it, not knowing how to explain what happened, not knowing how to keep my head together let alone convince someone I was alright.

A few days had passed and I didn't know what to say. I ran out of this to say to my friends, they were all smiling in laughing, being loud on the bus to highschool, but me? I was secretly feeling so alone lately..

It wasn't because I had walked right into my own murder. But it was pretty difficult for me knowing I survived and know one knew.

I even lost a point as to why even bother with friends at this point. I was dead and they were alive. They didn't need me anymore.

It felt kinda like looking outside of a window at the closest person to you, even when you didn't want to.

Being hungry that is.

I stumbled inside and regrettably marched to my room when I couldn't even get my mom's attention, who was sitting on the front couch watch 48 Hours ironically.

I grabbed clothes off of the floor of my closet and crept Quietly to the bathroom to take a shower.

A//N:

IT'S BEEN A WHOLE MONTH AND I HONESTLY CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MY BOOK IS GETTING RELEASED EVERY WEEK AND PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY REVIEWING IT!!

WELL ANYWAYS THANKS YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE GOOD REVIEWS!!!

NEXT WEEK'S CHAPTER WILL BE MORE ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER IF YOU'RE WONDERING.

K. BYE.