[ WP ] You were hit by a car outside of a bar for being heavily intoxicated.The afterlife is much different then you or anyone still living has ever imagined.Thing is , you were revived on earth but remained in a coma until you made it out of the `` Afterlife '' and returned your soul to your body .

I realize that I'm unable to see colors, smell my own smells that I'm used to, which is weird because I had just gotten off of work not an hour earlier than we got down to this place, without a shower. I cant smell Kastina's Vera Wang that I smelled, moments before i hailed that casino taxi cab, but I can hear everything in a sort of echo'ed ring, almost as if heard through a telephone in bad weather. I ca n't see that pretty face that, throughout the night, have just not seen enough times, and I long for it, before I can comprehend why I'm in the middle of a crowded street, I find myself running towards The Unfortunte Events, wondering if shes okay, if any creeps at the bar are bothering her, like they usually do to such a beauty. Oddly enough i do n't deal with the bouncers stationed out front, I dont even remember opening the door because im running so fast, ignorant to the logic behind my speed to return to my best friend, my silver lining, my will. Shes still standing at the bar, right where i remember telling her i would `` be right back, headin for coat check.'' when I was actually heading for another dart. She looks at me as I approach with heist, and I begin to ask her whats going on outside and what shes thirsty for, when I realize she is looking at the jock behind me, or is she looking though me? A bouncer for the bar comes rushing towards me and I suddenly realize, as I'm moving out of the way for him to pass, I'm standing halfway into another man! 
 I quickly jump away towards the bar area even more confused beyond comprehension. 
 
 How did my flower ignore me like that? 
 
 How did the bouncer not see me? 
 
..How was i halfway inside of that man? 
 
 before pondering too long on anything, because I'm used to coming up with idiot ideas when I drink as much as I have, I try to pass the police officer standing between me and the bar when he moves more in the way. I would shout at him but chances are, with this head-achingly loud music, he would hear me if I had shouted into his ear from an inch away. So I go around him and a table between the altercation and am suprised to see an officer that I hadnt noticed before, escorting out my dove, but what confuses me more is why she has red eyes with tears making their very sad journey down her cheeck. 
 What have I done?! Does she think I've left early and abandoned her?! I've only been inches away when she was n't ignoring me! 
 Though I'm eager to pursue my answers I ca n't ignore the principles that govern and eat me alive, in this case, manners, I could shove my way through this crowd that seems to be growing thicker as I chase my targets, they all seem to be heading towards the door i rushed through, which is annoying thinking that I'm polite enough to let everyone pass me before I ever enter a door. But I use my patience and perception trying to watch which exit my flame takes, notice the officer taking her to a relative unbothered area, so i follow out the doors, with my impatience and angst, i find myself out of the doors faster than it usuall takes and find that i can no longer see the duo but can recognize the only audible cry in the immediate area as my starlight. I see there is a crowd bigger than it was when i had left the area moments earlier, but chalk it up to a drunken fight, because in this part of town, it would be abnormal if a fight did n't pop off and get huge attention. The only place she could have been taken to is beside the bar if someone wanted to get away from the noise of the ambulance and other sirens increasingly filling the area. so I quickly look there, around the corner, and find her on her knees, with her hands on the ground, screaming horrifically, something that I cant understand, over and over, in a decreasingly horrified sob, until she collapses rather dramatically, which she never even gets like for a good laugh gag. 
 
 `` airhead!''? 
 `` chairrudd''? 
 
 Worried shes being arrested for being overly intoxicated i step away for a though and hear, `` yeah it just happened 5 minuted ago! with those injuries hes not going to live another hour...'' 
 
 What?! Who?! I need to know! 
 I rush around the crowd to a better closer point of view to see who got hurt, and remember my everything is also in point of veiw..... No sign of her but the guy their hoisting up into the ambulance, he seems really firmiliar, like ive seen him many many times, his blonde hair, and how its longer on the left than the right, his face is far too bloody to make out, but i notice he has a beard trimmed the way I would trim it if i were trying to impress someone on the little things like that. At that moment I feel too queasy to watch anymore, so I cut through the crowd in the most polite non intrusive way i usually do, towards my Kastina, with her still freshly still burning in my mind, when i hear, 
 `` poor guy, he seen a person selling flowers and did n't see the police cruiser picking up speed without his lights on, I've never seen a person smile so big and have that kind of tragedy happen the next second...'' 
 Well he was actually selling roses, he had a sign that sai.... 
 
 Wait.. 
 
 `` airhead'' 
 
....'' jared''? 
 
 *'' time of death, 11:10: * 
 
 *EDIT probably not what you were going for and excuse my lazy typing, but this is my first ever post and wanted to see if anyone would appreciate my first shot at ( potentially ) worldwide story telling, literally just all came to me in the moment so I think it might be good for a first timer: )
