Slowly, the knife falls out of my stained hand, dropping loudly onto the clean tiled floor. Clattering as it lands, drops of blood fly from the knife spattering the white tiles which smelled like cheap flower fragrance. My eyes close slowly as my blood drains from my body, slithering down my hands and my fingertips to begin it’s descent onto the floor. My weak body finally giving in as I fall to the ground and my eyes finally close. All around me blood envelopes my delicate body, my watch smashes as I hit the ground. 2:45pm. My eyelids open for one last look at the miserable world and then they droop for the last time. One last breath, one last thought. Silence.

Silent tears fall from my mother’s cheeks as my coffin is slowly lowered down into the small hole that had been dug for me. Other than her, and a few of my friends, there were not many people at my funeral. Sad, yet maybe that was why I had done it, committed suicide I mean, my friends hadn’t always been the kindest and my mother was never there. She left me at home alone almost every night, and that was dangerous for a girl like me, especially my age.

I was there, yet, I felt invisible in a way sometimes. Well, now is not much different either, really. Dead or alive I still feel invisible. Yes, I know. I’m a ghost, and it’s making me wonder… what do you do after you die? Where do you go? I mean, if there wasn’t anywhere to go I’m sure I would’ve seen other ghosts by now, right? Or am I just being silly, millions of people die in this state monthly, so how come I’m the only one here? Or maybe I just wasn’t good enough for Heaven, or bad enough for Hell? I don’t know, I’m really not sure. But, at least, I’m finally away from all the troubles of my human life. Now, the question must be, where to go now?