My name is Annie Smith. I am 7 years old and I'm dead. I don't remember what happened really just that I ran away because they had forgotten me. I look at them now from outside the window. They seem so sad. I wonder why. Sometimes I see mother playing with my dolls. I used to hate it when she touched them. James always asks her where I am. She tells him in heaven. But she's wrong. I'm not in heaven with Nana and Papa. I'm not in hell with the devil. I'm just here outside the window.
