On, August 23rd, ####, at 2:38 pm., I was pronounced dead before my body was even moved from it's place floating in a pond nearby where I lived. Here I am now, a lonely two years it has been. A ghost, spirit, or whatever entity you would rather call me. No matter how much I begged the Lord, or whatever was out there, nobody ever heard me. They couldn't see me. So why can some random 16 year old boy? - A fully original story, I claim every character and the story. Story cover will most likely change at some point!