“Well… don’t tell me how to live my unlife, then! I’m perfectly capable of…. of…. unliving my… unlife!”
Justin raised an eyebrow. “Well, that certainly told me… nothing.”
“Don’t be rude.”
“To a dead person? Never!” He crossed his heart, swore to die, making fun of me.
Rolling my eyes, I turned away. “So…. hummmm… how exactly did I die?” I couldn’t help but think he was making the biggest ass in the world of me, telling me I was dead.
I didn’t feel dead. I didn’t look dead, at least not when I looked down at myself. I looked….. pasty and thin and well, you know, like always.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Of course I want to know,” I exploded. “I wouldn’t of asked otherwise.”
He shrugged with a ‘you asked’ look and said, “JoAnn killed you.”
“What?” I yelped. “Where? When? Why?”
“Let me take those in chronological order. What – she killed you. When – two nights ago. Where – here. Why – how the hell would I know?
He sat down at the table. I just stared at him, mouth open, unable to process what was being said; shook my head and sank down onto a chair.
Wow. She’d killed me.
Just when I managed to collect my thoughts to ask a question,
I jerked awake.
Dark. Night. Bed.
I collapsed back onto the bed, jerking my hands up before my face. Pasty. Thin, Solid. Me.
But…. who…. were Justin and JoAnn?
A knock made me jump. Wiping hair from my face, I pushed up off the bed and stumbled to the door. A tall, auburn-haired boy stood in the hallway, awkward grin on his face. Behind him stood a forty-something woman and a nine-year girl.
He thrust out his hand.
“I’m your new roommate, Justin. This is my Mom and my sister. JoAnn.”