Death is a funny thing. 

But it's not. What if you weren't dead. 

What if you were just looking back at all your past memories.

Chapter 1: 16 wishes

"Happy birthday to Juniper, happy birthday to you!" 

"Make a wish sweetie!"

"Mom, I'm to old for that"

"Nonsense. Make a wish June"

"Fine." I wish I could undo everything that's happened...

The candles flicker out as I blow the fire. 

"Knock,knock,knock" a loud sound comes front the front door.

Mom goes to answer it.

"Hello officer" 

"Hello ma'am. Is Juniper Deans here?"

Mom looks worried. "She is. What's the problem?" 

"She's being arrested for attempted murder."

I run. I go upstairs. My room faces the woods. I use a ladder and climb down the house. The officer sees me.

I sprint. I head to the forest. The officer follows, with backup.

Im surrounded. Mom is begging for mercy. Pa is crying hysterically.

Rose is clinging to moms arm. Im sorry Rose.

"Put your hands where I can see them" an officer yells. So I do. Surely they won't shoot me on my birthday.

But they do. 

I hear moms cries "Save her! My baby..." that's the last thing I heard.

My name is Juniper Dean. I am 16 years old. I am also dead.

Chapter 2: 15 wishes

A big clock is standing in front of me. I don't know where I am. It looks like a room full of white. There's a lady sitting at a desk. I walk up to her.

"Where am I?" I remember being shot. But there is no wound.

"This is the Rewind Center" she says

I must've looked confused because she went on to say, "Bad people get second chances. They get to see their lives from the years prior"

Bad person. I never would've thought of myself as that. 

She hands me a small watch. Before I can ask what she's doing, a darkness appears. After awhile it vanishes. Now I am in a hallway. In my childhood home.

Chapter 3: Im sorry Rose

I see a little girl exit a room. Its me, with my long brunette hair. I look around 8 or 9. A younger girl follows me into the hallway. That's Rose.

I start to yell at her. "Stop following me!" I yell. Louder and louder. Why am I so angry?

Finally Rose breaks down into tears and runs in the other direction. Torwards her room. My youngerself continues to walk.

I decide to follow Rose. As I walk in her room I notice the glittery pink princess themed walls. I see her sitting on the bed. She has a journal in her hands. When she finishes writing she throws the journal on the floor and storms out her room in a huff. 

I stay behind and pick up the journal. The first thing it said was "I wish my sister loved me"

"Tick Tick" I look down at the small clock. The room gets lost in a darkness. Everything starts to disappear. I look down at the words in the journal. 

When I look up again, I see me and Rose at a park. I remember this, it was the day after grandma passed. Rose wanted to give her stuff away, but I wanted to keep it. We were there to sell her stuff. 

In this moment I have my grandma's favorite earrings in my hand. "No!" I yell to Rose. "Don't sell her-her memories!" Rose looks at me. "She only loved you anyways" 

The argument with my youngerself and Rose got me looking closer. What did she mean by that? My question is soon answered.

"From day one, grandma has loved you more than me. Mom and dad love you more than me. I hate you Juniper! I wish you would die!"

Chapter 4: 14 wishes 

My bestfriend Mia was always jealous of me. Of course I never knew that until something terrible happened.

I always considered myself a good friend but maybe I wasn't.

The clock has teleported me to middle school, 6th grade year.

Me and Mia walked down the halls. A popular girl who went by the name of Brie walked up to us. "Hey Juniper, why are you hanging out with her? You know a spot in out clique just opened up" without hesitating I immediately ran to Brie and her friend group. "Im in" I said.

 "But June, what about us?" Asked Mia. "What about?" I said before walking off.

I still considered Mia a friend but I kist thought we outgrew eachother. No, now I realize I pushed her away.

Tears shed from my eyes as I close them. I graspe the clock close in my hands. When I open my eyes again, I was in a different scene.

This memory is both vivid, and faint. 

Mia and I are walking in the park, this was somewhat after her birthday. She tells me that I've been a bad friend to her. I look annoyed. 

The fact is, I knew I didn't pay attention. Why would I care what she thought of me?

Chapter 5: Im sorry Mia

This message is for Mia. My bestfriend. Im so sorry for what I did. It was stupid and foolish and don't know what came over me.

Who am I gonna give this to? There's no one other than the past and present in this moment.

I am neither dead, nor alive.