The Forearm Scar

Amy Tringer doesn't know where she is, let alone what happened to her. All she knows is that she can't move, and she can't see. Then, Amy figures everything out. She was dead, and she was being buried. She had no idea how she died, and she wants to find out.


1. Prologue



It felt like a dream. A very long dream. I was laying down. I couldn’t move. I wanted to cry out, to shout, to ask what in the world was going on, but my mouth wouldn’t move.  


It was like my entire body was glued together, and to wherever I was laying down. Then, I heard a male’s voice strong and clear.


“Together, we remember Ambrose Lucy Tingers. She was a strong, confident, wonderful young women. It may seem like a horrible thing, but we must remember: God wanted her with him. And that is why she has left us.”


The voice filled me with dread, anger, and the need for revenge. I didn’t know why, but it did. I heard another male’s voice.


“Ambrose, or Amy as I liked to call her, was the best person in the world. We did everything together. She was a great friend. I don’t know who would be so horrible to…to…” The voice trembled, and a sob was heard.


“I’m sorry. It’s just, she was so young. Whoever decided to hurt her, to…To kill her, they’re a terrible person. They don’t deserve to live while she’s being buried. Rest in peace Amy.” The voice stopped talking.


I felt myself being lifted. I was put carefully in a hole of some kind. I heard someone talking, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I felt some kind of substance tower over me. I was trapped.


I managed to hear one last word from those voices.



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