Cara Morgan was killed in a horrific accident. She has been sent to a parallel universe where the dead thrive. Her parents there didn't know she existed until she died, but her old parents don't know that they could make contact. Cara makes it her mission to re-join her family in her previous universe, but the dead in her world are determined to stop her. Will she ever make it back? Will she ever make contact?
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18. Hunger

When Dal finally decided to give up on sleep, it was around five am. Groaning in pain as she lifted her back from the rock, she inspected for damage. Nothing major, just a few scrapes and indents from the points. She yawned, then burst into tears. Dal knew she couldn't live like this any longer; it was just too difficult. But then, she remembered her parents. Nothing would change if she didn't stick it out for even just a few more days. 

Opening up a granola bar from her food supply, she wolfed it down and lay in the grass, wishing for more sustenance. The morning dew seeped through her jeans and made her shiver. The sky above her head was a wonderful cornflower-blue, with pearl white clouds dotted around. It was barely warm, but somehow, it was a nice atmosphere. Optimism filled Dal's weary heart and she smiled. It would be great here!

Two hours later, any notion of joy had completely disappeared. Dal sat alone, weeping in the corner of the field, her eyes drowning in tears. She was hungry now and wished so badly that she could just go home now and surrender herself. Checking her watch, she realised that it was only eleven in the morning. Her parents didn't normally wake up until ten and then they wouldn't get up until twelve. But then again...maybe her dad had already gone...maybe her mum was lying alone, crying silently to herself. Not realising that she'd lost her daughter too. 

"NO!" Dal shouted out into the field, "No, no, no! I'm not coming back!" She yelled for everyone to hear. She had to prove her point. 


Lucy sat up in bed. She'd slept in late and it was already twelve. Yawning, she rolled over, but couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. Andrew was gone. Her husband had left her. They were already sorting out the finances and arrangements with lawyers and solicitors. 

She called down the hall: "Dal?" No reply came from her last piece of Andrew. Again, she shouted, this time louder: "Dal?!" Sighing, she scrambled out of bed and trudged down the landing. Dal's bedroom door was wide open and, although she could barely bring herself to acknowledge the fact, Dal wasn't in the bed. 

Lucy checked the whole house, but it soon became clear to her that the worst thing possible had occurred: Dal was gone.

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