Character: Bethany

I remember once I was walking home from school, and right in front of the car crashed into cherry blossom. She immediately fell off all the petals. That's how I feel.

I'm not really dead, but dress like you want to die. People like me have a lot in common: we all hate the sun, wear black and feel trapped in my own body. I constantly want to die. I can't believe I'm stuck in this flesh, in this place and with these people. Why am I not a Ghost?