Still Here

This story is my entry for the Reincarnation: A Fantasy Writing Competition.

A girl named Winter finds herself in Mika's body after her death. But the worst part is the fact that she is in her new body because of what happened on that fateful day. Read to find out how she died and what led up to it! Enjoy!


10. Chapter 10

Over the course of the next few days after my confession, Brittney was my only salvation. And the only one that I told about Derick. My mom still thought that we were together because she and I never were very close. I saw so many flashes, and they increased on the daily. I was scared out of my wits, and I didn't know what to do. Brittney still thought that we should tell someone.

"Because it's wrong. Because it's a crime," she'd pleaded.

But I'd always decline, and she would always stop then. She understood that it wasn't her place to rat out my ex. I loved that about her, too. She would never pressure anyone to do anything that they weren't certain about. 

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Anyways, it was a Saturday when I was heading outside to meet Brittney. The two of us were going to meet up at my house and walk from there to the mall. We hadn't actually had any time to hang out together between our schoolwork and her readjusting. And so we decided to just go have some fun. I was waiting outside on my porch for her, more than slightly terrified that Derick was watching me. I hadn't seen any flashes, though, and so I felt a little bit better.

Finally, I saw Brittney. She was just a few houses down, wearing ripped skinny jeans and a very light jacket despite the cold of the winter. I, on the other hand, was wearing a thick coat, jeans, a hat with a matching scarf, and boots.

"Hey, Winter!", she called.

"Hi," I replied. And then we were off. 

Everything was fine for the fist two blocks, but then I started to feel like someone was watching us. I think Brittney felt it, too, because we both sped up at the same time. I was then that I realized that we were in front of Derick's house. I informed her of this very quietly, and we sped up some more.

Once we were almost there, we had to stop at a light because we into more of the city now. Reluctantly, we did. Brittney was looking around impatiently, but then she froze. I asked her what was wrong, but she stayed silently. So I looked to where her eyes were focused, and I froze, too. Derick was on the sidewalk across the street. And he was holding one of the big, black cameras that we used for photography class. I think that he knew that we saw him, but he didn't seem to care. Like he was so far gone that it was okay in his mined to follow and take pictures of people.

"Let's go," Brittney said, obviously petrified of what was going on. I was, too. But I was daring.

"Maybe we should talk to him? See what is going on."

"No, we can't," she said.

"Yes we can," I argued. "We have to see what Derick's problem is."

Brittney looked at me in shock. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, of course not. Let's go." I then started to cross the street. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I'm not going with you," Brittney said, fear in her eyes. I pulled away and continued across. But Brittney stayed in place. I waved her to come with me, but she wouldn't. It wasn't like Derick had ever been violent before. And so I continued to cross.

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