"Am I...dead?" My words come out a whisper as I look at the angelic boy.

He shrugs. "Something like that."

"Well, what is it? Am I dead or not?"

"You used to be."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're in the middle. You were revived."


6. Going Home

 We reached my house in the pitch black darkness. We had had a long conversation about what happened, what I was, and what was going to happen. As soon as he left, I prepared my apologies and fake explanation before I walked in.

As soon as I walked through the door, my mom started yelling at me, along with my dad and sister.

"Where in hell have you been!?"

"Why are you home so late!?" 

" What the fuck happened to you?"

"I thought you were dead!"

I looked at them all quietly.  They were standing, huffing, and red in the face. Anger,worry, and relief showed in their eyes. My sister took a step towards me, and that's when I broke down crying. Kayla tried hugging me, but I shoved her away. Suddenly all of my pre-planned thoughts rushed out of my brain.  I looked at her, glaring furiously through my tears.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I shouted, taking in satisfaction as she flinched. "You-you left me out there! I bet you didn't even look for me. I bet you didn't even care. You probably just ran home like the damsel in distress you are, that cant do anything for herself!" I shouted the last words, carelessly flinging them in her face. Her jaw dropped. She took a step back.

My father stepped forward. "Emily-"

"DON"T YOU 'EMILY' ME!" I screamed," And you two" a point two fingers at my parents "did you even try looking for me? Calling anyone? Anything?"

They didn't speak, and I had my answer.

I laugh grimly. "My own family doesn't even care about me." I shake my head. "Well, what was I supposed to expect? I know I'm not the favorite. Not the smartest, the most popular, the funniest. I guess I just didn't expect to not be cared about at all." And with one last sickened glance at my stunned family, I walk upstairs.

But as soon as I close my door and turn around, I see another figure in the room.

"Who the hell are you?" I say angrily, "And what the fuck are you doing in my room?"

He takes a step towards me. In the dim light, I see a jagged scar. 

"You're coming with me." And with that, a bag is placed over my head and my arms are bound behind me.


Sorry I havent updated in so long! A lot of stuff has kept me busy, and I lost track of time... anyways, hoped you liked the update, and remember to comment your thoughts!

Love you guys!!!



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