I Was Never a evil kid. My Death Proved It.

Mom says I've always been a troublemaker. The wooden spoon. The screaming. The way she believed Mia over me every single time.I'm ten. My body jerks for no reason. I drop things. I fall. The tests came back normal, so Mom decided I was faking. She stopped looking. She stopped listening. Then I died.Now I'm floating above my own body, watching her find me. Watching her scream my name. Watching the medical examiner say the word I never heard when I was alive: PKD. A real disease. Easy to treat.She had years to save me. She chose to hit me instead.This is my story. Not a cry for help. Just the truth, from the other side.