• Chapter 1
    It’s funny how you never really appreciate something, until it’s gone. Yeah I know cliché’ but it’s true. Most people never appreciate a good view until they’re blind. Some people take for granted the sound of their mother’s voice, then one day they can’t hear anything at all. Only after they are shaken from their comfort zone do people really stop to think and appreciate the little things in life. Or life itself for that matter.
    Like me, I never thought twice about my life. I took my whole family for granted, thinking they would always be with me. Then I was shaken from my comfort zone and everything snapped into perspective. I learned to appreciate life, at the exact moment mine was snatched away from me. I learned the meaning of family, as I watched mine die right before my eyes. And when I was completely alone, I learned that life isn’t fair, that things happen for a reason.

    “I feel like an idiot.” I mumbled to myself. I was standing on the roof of my old apartment, looking down at the street. It was stupid, pointless, but lately everything I found myself doing has been stupid and pointless. I couldn’t find anything productive to do with all the free time I’d acquired by dying. You would think that a 17 year old girl with an eternity at her disposal would find a hobby or something. No not me, not Tami Foster. “There has to be something I can do besides sit here doing nothing.”
    I heaved a heavy sigh and stretched my arms high above my head. Immediately I felt the surge of energy right under my skin; I was invincible, unstoppable. I wanted to use this energy to the fullest, to push myself to the limit just to see what happened. It didn’t take long for me to think of something.
    “This better work.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let myself fall over the railing on the roof.
    I felt myself falling; only it didn’t feel like falling. I felt like I was floating endlessly through the air. I started giggling uncontrollably and couldn’t stop. It was unnerving and invigorating at the same time.
    The only problem was that I hadn’t thought of how to stop. I started my fall 30 stories up and in less than a minute I had fallen half that height. I was losing altitude rapidly soon I would only be a smudge on the street.
    “Dammit.” I raked my brain, looking for anything that would help slow my descent. When that failed, I settled for flailing around helplessly, which only succeeded in turning me upside down. Needless to say I hit the asphalt head first.
    I was a bit dazed as I crawled out of the “me” sized crater, but it didn’t take long for me to bolt away from the scene, half expecting someone to have seen me jump and call the cops. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me, considering the fact I was supposed to be dead and all.