Dying is painful, shocking, and all together rather horrible. I was walking across the street, trying to get an interview for my first job. It was bright out, hot too, and I had already had my three classes for the day which then resulted in having a paper due the next Monday. My grandmother was helping to pay for my classes as long as I never failed a class, but I was getting a job to try to pay for my classes and books myself.

In my hand was the résumé which I had spent hours poring over to get it just right, and on my back was my backpack filled with books and homework. I was dressed nicely, since I always thought that you should dress to impress even when in school, so I was dressed in slacks and a button up shirt.

Personally, I thought I wasn't very pretty. I was often envious of other girls with their perfectly curled and styled hair. I had plain blonde hair that didn't do what it was supposed to most of the time, a face that just couldn't wear makeup without breaking out in acne. Plain brown eyes and glasses made me a plain Jane all the way around.

I had never even had a boyfriend, and only once did I ever have any sort of sexual experience but I was too embarrassed to go all the way without being married.

I waited for the light to flash green, impatient and huffy from the weight of my backpack, and walked across the intersection without looking both directions like I had been taught as a little kid.

Not even halfway across the road, and a sports car comes barreling down the road have taken a turn on two wheels. The car is swerving drunkenly so I pick up the pace in my nice high heel boots, trying to run across to safety, and the car doesn't even stop at the red light.

Whoever was driving only put on the brakes as he was already halfway across the intersection, probably just having spotted me in whatever drunken haze he or she was experiencing.

I shouldn't have moved at all, but I continued trying to get to the other side of the intersection. The whole fight or flight mentality had me running with my tail tucked between my legs in fright, but the car swerved. Right. Into. Me.

You know, when they say that you can't feel yourself dying because the shock is so abrupt that you literally can't process it in that moment? Wrong. I can literally feel the impact as my hips shatter, legs turn to paste, ribs and spine snapping like brittle twigs. I can feel my skin being shredded as I'm rolling across the street, wonderfully pattered road rash on what skin wasn't pulverized and pulped.

It was at that point that shock set in as blood rapidly drained from my unmoving, paralyzed body.

I can suddenly hear everything, birds chirping, the guy driving getting out of his car a throwing up all over his feet, and a minute later the sirens wailing since the police/fire station was only a hop, skip, and a jump away. Everything is so hyper clear though I couldn't think a single thought among all that information that my senses tried shoveling into my brain.

I get really cold, and the ground is all of a sudden really comfortable. I don't think anything really, nothing but half nonsense such as how I know I missed a question on a recent test, how I forgot to do one of my chores, how I really enjoyed my lunch of chicken and tomatoes with some ranch.

And the last thoughts I had were, "That red paint is really pretty." Obviously that meant I wasn't thinking coherently at all as I was commenting on the blood splatter painting the road.

Next thing I know, I'm having this really weird out of body experience and I am like this ghost with absolutely no cares whatsoever.

These fleshy beings scurried around like ants, but I had absolutely no cares. Seeing my family crying over me produced an uncaring shrug as I knew they would eventually ascend to a higher plain compared to being confined to a bag of flesh so there was no need to mourn.

I floated around, enjoying myself. I had no time constraints, had no need for money or food or other fleshy worries. I enjoyed natural beauty, and anything else I enjoyed when I was confined to a physical body. I was proud of visiting every country I had a list for when I was constrained to the third dimension, and I enjoyed relaxing without question as I had no worries that plagued my mind.

I enjoyed myself, doing absolutely nothing and had no true coherent thoughts save for the most simple of emotions such as joy and pleasure which I achieved through visiting new places and 'learning' new stuff.

That was until I became listless and fatigued.

It was odd, since I had been a little ghostly being that nothing seemed to change, but eventually, I stopped and my energetic being just kind of popped like a shiny little soap bubble.