you were killed by her, because you were absent for ONE day. it wasn’t even your fault. you’re mother refused to take you to school. you had a very traumatic death, which included you running down the hall, getting pulled by the leg to the “dead body closet” and killed. luckily god gave you another chance at life. all you had to do, was make her feel guilty for killing you. Easy right? you appeared in front of her, transparent. but still bloody from the blood you lost. she’d jump back slightly before going wide eyed. “you..I’m seeing things. you’re dead..at least you’re supposed to be.”