Still Alive"I wanted to see, something new I followed a road and it lead to you. but what you showed me was only cruel- but now you'll see- I'll show, just you I'm going to show you something beautiful." Still Alive Xerah's eyes were dropped down on the scene before her. What had she'd done? The room was illuminated with the flicker and panic of red and blue lights coming from the police car parked outside the house, that infiltrated through the pulled curtains. The lights were only broken by the silhouettes of the officers as they approached the house. Of course they were here. The gun in her hand - her shaking and bloody hand - wasn't exactly quiet. Xerah's blue eyes were dull and empty, and they hovered over the door as it began to shake from the impact of the pounding police. The eyes slowly feel onto, again, the bloody scene she'd painted herself. The boy and two adults on the ground were of her blood, and now that blood soaked Xerah's hands and feet. Why had she done this though? What had lead her here? For the life of her she couldn't remember. The door suddenly flew open and mean came running in, aiming lights and deadly guns at her. She wouldn't give them the pleasure. Her own guns rose, and pressed to her head- the girl mouthed a line she quietly spoke "I'm going to show you something beautiful." and then with a bang, she fell down dead. --- This story will be about a group of people (who didn't know one another) who commited suicide for no (apparent) reason and meet in the afterlife with no memory and as empty shells with only room to grow as they attempt to discover who they are, and what caused them to do what they did. The first post should be their deaths, and then we'll go through their awakening.