Society have lots of names for people, things like me; monsters, witches, ghosts, shape shifters. I try to block all the hate out and tell myself I'm just doing what I need to survive. Everyone does it. Well strictly to survive, you need to be alive... Which I'm not. As listed above, I am technically a ghost. But not a white sheet, spooky noises, haunting ghost. I'm more stuck between two lives. I died 37 years ago, when I got hit by a bus at the young age of 15, on my walk home from school. I always thought that when you died, that was it. No afterlife, heaven, reincarnation. Just dead. But when it was my turn to die, I found out that death is very unpredictable. I didn't deserve to die, and death surprisingly is pretty sympathetic. Of course I couldn't be reincarnated, so death gave me a half life. It means that I can swap places with someone that is the same age as me. So I get to see their life, friends, school, and I get to grow up and do all the stuff that dying stopped me from doing. But unfortunately it's not that simple, yes I do swap with people, and for 23 hours it's pure bliss to be able to live a normal life. But in the last hour of the day I have to find another person to swap bodies with. That's right death me a permanent, walking, talking Cinderella. I have until midnight everyday to find another body or me and the person I am currently swapped with will be condemned to a life of death. It's like I'm on a contract. I would explain it better, but well... It's complicated.
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Body moving
RandomWhen Sophia Dies she needs a new body every twenty four hours to remain living other wise she will forever be dead There's one catch the body must be living Every time she moves body the person will switch places with her (in the grave) If she doesn...
