[Your POV]

I was dead. That man. He killed me. And I accept it. Suddenly, a bright light flashed up before my eyes, and I was alive again. I think? Looking around, I was no longer in my house. Nor was I buried underground. I was in a tree. Looking down to my hands, I almost gasped. They were only somewhat visible. Looking through them, I could see the ground below.

W-woah...

Looking around, I noticed a dark morning sky. Then, I noticed a pair of white wings.

Bird?

Looking back, I saw more of the large, feathery wings. That were connected to my back. I let out a breath of awe. Then felt movement besides me. A gasp.

"What the he-"

A man's voice whisper-yelled before silencing himself. The same man that had killed me just moments ago. He stared me in the eyes, then bolted from the tree. I let him run. His decision. Until I felt something raise from my chest, and looking down, saw a white chain. I softly touched it, and felt that it was connected to a collar. Connected to my neck. If this thing was raising... That meant...

Oh no...

Suddenly, the chain pulled, and I felt myself choke. I was dragged along behind my murderer. Did I just casually think- by my murderer? Jeez... Guess you do something new all the time. As my face was getting dragged around on the ground, I realized that I had wings. Just had to learn to use them.

Eventually, I figured out the muscle control in my wings, and could flap them rhythmically, causing my body to hover above the ground, and for the chain to be less.. Forceful? I was mostly just following where it lead, and soon enough I had caught up with the man. He had gone through a window into a building, and I screamed. Then I realized I had the ability to go through walls. Huh. So the ghost stories were right.

     He was sitting on a bed, running his hands through his hair in a rather aggressive manner. I silently approached him, then winced back.

"I'm crazier than usual! What's wrong with me?!"

     After hesitating, I sat down next to the man's shivering body as he tore off his hoodie. Then I realized. He was so skinny. Malnourished, I would guess. After analyzing the man's body, and understanding what he's been living in, I softly placed my hand on his shoulder. He jolted back, grabbing a knife from his hoodie pocket.

"S-STAY BACK! I-I'LL KILL YOU!"

     I stared, almost smirking. This man. The one that killed me... Is afraid of me?

"Hey, hey... You can't exactly kill a girl twice. Especially when she's a ghost."

     I noticed something on his neck. A chained collar. But it was black. It lead to somewhere, then became completely invisible. Judging by the dragging I just got, I believe it eventually lead back to the white one connected to me.

"W-what?!?"

[Chapter End]