I'm Logan and i'm dead i don't know why but i know i'm, I am in a white room, there are many people dressed in black, they take me down to a place but not with their hands if not with something, there are colors around me too, moving colors. I'm dreaming, right? No one answers but i hear his voice in my head he says somenthing about five exit points he say you took an easier point. "You took exit point two." I would have to died on June 29, 2066 at the age of 77 by choking on a grape. Instead i died October 28, 2004, in a car that crashed and exploded on Houser way. I was sixteen years old an afraid to face my future. "GRAN" he is like guardian angel i don't know why he didn't save me but he knows everything about my life because he has always seen me. Hannah my girlfriend i don't know what will happen to her to be very sad.
My sister, my little sister Amy, i can imagine how she is, she is sad because i was the only one who defended her from my uncle rat bastard. My uncle Herb he is the rat bastard i know because he he has always made us feel bad