This is it. I'm going to die. Complete psyco-maniac in the next room, no doubt planning my murder. God.
My name is Kali Jang. I'm 16 years old and I have straight black hair and coal black eyes.. I can also hear dead people. You hear me right? Yep. Dead people. It all started the day of the accident... Me and my mom, cruising down route 23. Listening to music, chatting.Being plain silly. My mom was my best friend.. Anyway, this red BMW gets behind us. He's speeding so fast. He hits us full-on. I think my mom flew through the windshield. There was glass everywhere. Shards smashed into my eyes, I couldn't see. I last remember my mother telling me everything would be okay. But people told me my mom died immediatly so that couldn't have been possible.