When I woke up after my heart stopped, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't painful, it wasn't bright or dark or anything like that.
I just didn't expect it to be so boring.
I'm a ghost. Yeah, you heard me right. But didn't I wake up? I did. In a morgue. Heart attack, they said. I was 17 and I was done in by a heart attack. It's ridiculous, I'm 17 and I can go to the afterlife. I know how to get there, but I'm not quite sure I want to go. After all, I can stay on Earth as a ghost and have some fun haunting people, and while in theory I can come back to this side, why would I want to once I'm there? It's a whole new experience! Plus, all those people who almost die but don't could use someone to talk to, and when you're almost dead you can see ghosts.
To go, or to stay? The great question.
Wait, there's Billy. Best friend since forever, coming up to my grave, while I'm sitting on my tombstone.
...I think I'm gonna stay for a while. After all, someone has to tell him to fight death when he tries to off himself, and it's not like his parents are gonna know about it.
The afterlife might prove to have some uses after all.
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