REGRET

Everything happened so fast.

I was driving home from school with a smile plastered on my face. Just minutes ago, I successfully had my revenge to my enemy and it was the sweetest feeling ever.

And suddenly, a force pushed my car forward faster than ever, making the car flipped over several times.

Everything hurts. From my head to my toes.

Then something exploded.

And everything went black.

***

I was there. I could hear both ambulance sirens and firefighter sirens. I could smell the smoke. But I didn't feel anything. There was no pain. At all.

And I could see myself, lying unconsciously still seated in the destroyed car. Blood was everywhere. Trailing down from my smashed head, my burned arms, and legs. My legs were... destroyed. Barely in one piece.

'Oh no.' I stared at myself. Frozen in place. 'No no no. This is not happening. I can't be dead.' A gulped. 'I am dead. There's no way I'm still alive with that much injury.'

And I screamed in agony.

***

Victim: Arabella Wong

Age: 16 years 11 months 1 days

Caused of death: A car accident. A freaking drunk truck driver drove his freaking huge truck at a freaking full speed and hit my car in the process.

Time of death: 17.03 , September, 24th. 2017

The funeral was held a few days later.

There's a saying, people will care about you if you are beautiful or dying.

I am not beautiful. In fact, I'm as invisible as a person can be. The dying part... Well, I could see that. Although I was dead instead of dying. My father and my mother took a few days off, both my sisters flied back from college, and a lot of student from my school came to my funeral.

Stephen Holmes was one of them.

The last person I was thinking before my death. And my one and only crush.

And he's late.

Well, that was better since I didn't expect him to come since he hated me.

I watched him while sitting on my closed casket. He had his head down, walking to the farthest seat from me and my lifeless body. He wore a black shirt and pants. And a black tie. His hair was combed neatly. For someone he hated more than anyone in this world, he dressed nicely to my funeral. Especially after the last thing I did to him, giving him four flat tires to his brand new car.

After five minutes of looking down, he looked up. And I was surprise by his change of expression. At first, he was sad and then, a confused look followed by a few blinks. And finally, shock. He was shocked.

Looking at me. The ghost of me. Not the casket.

I glanced behind me, but there's nothing. So it got to be me.

'Ah, He can see you, Isn't that sweet? Who is he? Boyfriend?' I jumped when a soft voice whisper at my right ear. And by jump, I meant fly up a few inches up.

'Ghost!' I screamed.

'You are also a ghost, honey.' A woman in her mid thirties, wearing a pale white dress. A wedding dress. She floated beside my casket and me.