ITHE FIRST TIME I DIED, it was so long ago, I hardly remember. Other than waking up in a hospital and not wanting to eat. Of smelling the anesthetic they'd given me as it wore off. The stink in my nose, and this stupid gown that tied in the back where I couldn't reach it - but made me move around the bed to get the knots where they didn't hurt or scratch.
And they fed me Jello. I don't remember what kind. But I was supposed to eat, supposed to be hungry. So I tried it. It was pretty tasteless, sitting in that whitish plastic cup. Never finished it. Just quit and lay back.
They had put some girl in the other bed next to mine, but she wasn't awake. And I went back to sleep then. And died again.
When I woke up, she was gone. And I tried to remember anything about her, but - nothing. Only t
