Try Not to Cry

Chapter 1

 I can't believe what I'm seeing.

My body, only a few feet away from me, lays on the ground a pale white. Paler than my typical snow white skin, and locks of my thick, long black hair fall off of my face. I'm still clutching the knife, stabbed too deeply into my torso. It feels strange, because I can't breathe. But honestly, I wouldn't want to.

 The stranger that I never even saw the face of pulled over his car on the snowy highway. I was just taking a walk, but my breath stopped when I noticed he was coming towards me, something silver shining in his pocket. He started yelling at me something I couldn't quite understand while I stood there frozen, "Locket! Hurry up, bitch!"

 And in a spur of panic, I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. Then before I could run, he was on top of me, knife held tightly by his right hand, and he thrusted it into my stomach. The pain was immense, and I found that my legs grew weak so I dropped. 

 He began feeling me all over- under my shirt, my pockets, everywhere. Then, he ran, and I was left alone in the snow by myself to bleed to death. I couldn't believe this was real, until it really happened.

 I died.

 And now I hear a increasingly loud ringing- like when you tap a fork on a glass. I begin looking around for the source, but I see no stereotypical white light like I should. Instead, I see a guy. He's running towards me, wearing all black and a leather jacket, when he drops to a crouch beside me. He has messy black hair, soft delicate lips, and a defined jaw. His skin may even be paler than mine, and his eyes... they're.... as blue as the ocean. Like a deep, dark, vibrant blue that I've never seen before. It almost looks like colored contacts, but somehow I know it isn't.

 He leans forward, placing one hand by the other side of my head on the snow for support, and closes his eyes as his pretty lips touch mine. I wish I was there right now and not standing two feet away like an idiot. He seems so delicate and careful.

 I hear loud ringing again in my ears just before I sit up, taking a deep breath. I instinctively look down to see that my body is no longer translucent, and find that it is indoubtedly solid. And, the knife is gone. But the blood on my clothes is still there.

 I look up quickly to try to find the mysterious stranger with the blue blue eyes, but he's nowhere in sight.