I slowly open my heavy eyes, stretching as if I were reaching for nothing. It was a usual Monday morning- the sun broke through into my room, and it always made me groggy. I slipped out of my covers, but as I put one foot down, a terrible ache ran through my feet, up to my head. What could it be?

"Ow!" I hissed. "What the hell? I never sprained my ankle."
I shrugged it off, and lightly limped to my bathroom. I brushed my hair and casually brushed my teeth. My name's Jace, by the way.
I stripped off my clothes and quickly hopped into the shower. I yawned as I turned the knob, but my yawn immediately turned into a surprised hiss as icy water splashed my exposed and vulnerable body. I ran shampoo and conditioner through my hair as the water soon warmed, and I began to feel more awake.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. The steam from the shower made my bathroom appear as a sauna; I took in a deep breath, finding it refreshing. After I put on my clothes and combed my hair, I slumped down the stairs, into the kitchen.
"Morning, Mom," I yawned, running a hand through my scalp. My mother froze upon sight of me, her eyes widening larger than what I assumed was humanly possible. She slipped a hand over her mouth, almost as if she was about to scream.
"Mark, I'm heading to work!" She said, almost shrieking with nervousness. "I must be going crazy! Saturday..." her voice trailed off as she rushed out the door, without even saying goodbye to me. How rude- she always makes me breakfast before work. I sighed, tossing a piece of bread into the toaster. Just as I was about to dish out some creamy peanut butter, I glanced at the clock, noticing it was 7:50 AM. There was only ten minutes left until first period started.
"S**t, s**t, s**t!" I grumbled, along with my stomach. I left the bread to be burned to a crisp as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, bursting out the front door. I made a mad dash for school; so mad, in fact, that I was only 3 minutes late for class.
I opened the door slowly, feeling my face burn up in embarrassment for being tardy.
"As you see, by calculating the square root of 984, you will find that the area of the unknown surfa-" My calculus teacher began. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me, and the other students followed his eyes. A group of girls screamed bloody murder when they caught sight of me, my girlfriend being one of them. Adam, my best friend-or should I say, my ex-best friend- ran to her, holding her in his arms for protection. In anger and bewilderment, I ran down the hall, to the boys' bathroom. I stood in front of a sink, the dripping coming from the faucet creating an ambiance.
"Why is everyone acting so weird today? What's wrong with me?!" I growled in frustration. I looked up at the mirror, and then I saw it. My neck was snapped, my head resting at a 90 degree angle on my shoulder, and my face had crusty, dried blood around my mouth and nostrils. Then, I remembered what happened: Saturday night, Adam and I had gone to a party with my girlfriend. I'd gotten drunk, then got in a fight for Beccy (my girlfriend) with this stranger who was hitting on her. He won the fight by snapping my neck and ran off, eventually found by the police the next morning. I had been pronounced dead.

Sorry it's kind of a crappy story, guys! e-e