Ok this is my very first fanfic, so ideas and suggestions are really needed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part One: I kept running until I couldn't run any more. I turned a sharp comer and fell but got right back up. I didn't want them to catch me. I'm to young to die. I have a family that loves me and needs me. I need to survive. My name is Lola. I'm 15 and really skinny. I have an eating disorder. I know it's horrible and I'm guilty. I can't help it. Anyways, I'm the second child of six kids. I don't see my parents a lot because of business trips, but I know they love me. I have was with my boyfriend, Andrew, for five years and I broke up with him a week ago. He told me I'd pay and I guess now I am. I still love him. It's just, I saw him kissing another girl. Andrew denies it, but know its true. Andrew hired people to kill me because I broke up with him. It's pathetic. I was trying to make it home and I was almost there. But then I tripped and they caught me. They beat me until they heard sirens. Everything went black then. I knew I was dead. Hope you like it!! -Ms. Random
I was hovering over my lifeless body. I looked like a rag doll. A bleeding rag doll. Everyone was just passing by. They didn't care that there was dead body on the sidewalk. Someone finally stopped. They hesitated but then started crying. Saying that it should've been them not me. I didn't know them. But they kind of, not really, looked familiar. "Who are you?" I tried talking to them, but they couldn't hear me. How could they I was dead. They were calling for help. The police came after a few minutes. They were too late. Obviously. They took me a hospital and identified me. After, my parents came. Then everyone came. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, my brother. They were all crying. They didn't know I was dead, so when they found out, they were flooding they hospital with tears.