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Once there was a girl who wanted to run away from home. See the world, maybe, meet some people she could make friends with, get away from her controlling dad and her meek mom and her jerk brother. And one day, she got the courage up to do just that, right? Pack a bag, pick a night her dad was drunk, sneak out.

And then she tripped and fell into the apartment block's swimming pool. Fully dressed, never a very strong swimmer, she drowned. I think, anyway. I don't remember anything before I woke up in a bedroom that felt sort of familiar, in an apartment with a couple of women crying and a guy raging about his ruined reputation and some kid bored with all of it. Picked most of it up off the news, actually. Tragic Teenager Drowns, all that sort of thing. The rest of it was the neighbours gossiping.

After that, I guess, unfinished business kept me here. Funny, really, all I wanted to do was get away from home, see something new, and now I'm stuck here forever. Can't leave home, can't move on because I want so badly to leave home.

Still, it's not so bad. I've worked out how to do all kinds of things. And at least I am away from my family, now, if they were my family. They moved out. My apartment's been inhabited since, but never for very long. So I guess it's mine by default, right? And the other inhabitants never seem to notice me around, so it's not like I'm lacking for entertainment or company.

Someone to talk to would be nice, though...