Being dead sucked. Being dead and trapped with the living sucked even more. He’d never believed all that stuff about Heaven and Hell, not really. No... like his mom taught them, anyway. She always said Heaven was a kind of paradise where people went when they died, where they weren’t sad or angry and you were never too cold or too hot and or hungry or anything. She always made it sound like some kind of endless holiday, where you could bask by an oasis all day and drink multicoloured fruit juice,. “No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.” And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes and I became my aunt's only company. The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. To my surprise my aunt knew as much if not more then my father when it came to tending a farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days . I had absolutely no energy left so consciousness abandoned me moments later.---The alarm woke me way too early, even though I had given myself 7 hours to sleep. Demie's nocturnal visit had taken...how long? I had no idea. I felt like I hadn't even recharged a quarter of the way overnight. I played tag with the snooze button until I only had time to throw on some clothes and rush to work.I work as a mid-level programmer for a run-of-the-mill video game company. I work on some of the graphic. One day I got a call from a unknown number, it was jaya informing me about cancellation of class, but she insisted me to come over there. I asked jaya whether she has changed the number she told me that she has called from shreya’s number as she lost her phone. This is how I got shreya’s number. Moreover I was least interested in her number as I know she was already committed, but still I saved the number for no reasons.One day I was in a fun mood and my friends know that I was a big prankster.