I awoke in my bedroom, or, at least I thought it was my bedroom, there was a boy in it. He looked to be around 15, a year older than me. His lips were turned up ever so softly in a smile; I could see a glimmer of something akin to worry in his eyes.
“Hey,” he murmered, obviously cautious, “are you okay?”
“W-who are you?” I asked.
“My name's Zane,” his dark hair resembled my own dark tresses. His eyes were different though, golden brown in contrast to my almost aquamarine irises.
“What... what are,” I swallowed my stutter, “what are you doing here Zane?”
He smiled kindly, “I’m here to get you,” he said hesitantly.
“Where are you taking me,” I asked frantically backing up and pressing myself tightly to the wall.
"Ileana, I'm taking you to the afterlife," my eyes grew wide as I tried, and failed, at moving myself further away from this boy that was looking more and more like some kind of crazed stalker.
"What do you mean by that?" the only thing going through my mind at the moment was getting away, I was so scared.
I pressed myself even more against the wall wishing that I could just go through the damn thing, but I knew where the impossibilities lay, I knew I was a fully tangible being that-
Apparently I need to stop wishing for things, because despite my 'tangibility rant' I fell straight through the wall.
Zane's head popped through the wall as well, he looked sympathetic," You're dead, Ileana."
What the f-
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