There are many things Mo Summers was okay with but dying? That's a whole different story.
Especially when she wakes up alone, in an area and time she isn't familiar with. And don't even get her started on being a ghost. Just a moment ago she was ea...
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It was dark, Mo couldn't even recognize her own hand in front of her face. She felt dizzy. Was this normal considering she just died? The last thing she remembered was being in immense pain while holding Luke's hand in the ambulance. She could picture his face in front of her. Soothing words hardly left their mouths, nevertheless, he was still able to smile comfortingly at her, after that everything went black. Surprisingly she didn't feel dead at all, she was just very cold. She checked her pulse, yup it was still there.
"Reggie, are you there?"
Nothing.
"Luke, Alex?" she heard her own voice echoing back.
"Bobby?"
Mo started to feel around, trying to figure out where the hell she was. The ground was cold and hard, probably stone or wood. Was this her grave? People for sure checked if she really died or if she was just unconscious. They wouldn't bury her alive. Her mom wouldn't let that happen. Her heartbeat quickened up, breath hitching in her throat.
"Guys, this isn't funny. A really awful joke. Reggie? Someone? Just talk to me, I'm scared" Mos' voice got louder and shakier the more she spoke, fear creeping up on her. Hairs standing up on her arm. It had to be her personal hell, she was sure of it.
In her nearly 17 years on earth, she always tried to be good. Maybe it wasn't enough after all. Maybe she should have done more. Or knowing that this is where she would end up anyways, she could've started that fight with Dean Zucker for being mean to Alex. She also would have stolen that book, she really wanted but that was way too expensive for her. Apparently, it wouldn't have made a difference.
"Please!" It sounded more like a statement than a question. Tears prickling in her eyes.
"I don't wanna be alone. Not right now! Don't let me be here alone. You guys know I don't like the dark."
She went quiet, trying to listen if something moved, tears running down her face. After what felt like hours, she still hadn't found a wall or a Sunset Curve member. So she stopped trying. The space felt eternally big. Taking deep breaths she held her knees, shaking immensely, trying to prevent a panic attack. Alex taught her how. She wished he was here with her, holding her close, whispering soothing words in her ear. She didn't like being dead, it absolutely sucked. For Mo, the afterlife was a big joke.
It was still, all she could hear was her heart beating in her chest and her own heavy sniffs. The silence was one of the many things Mo hated because then she had time to think. And she didn't like thinking, it never came to a good end. So she normally kept busy.
Why wasn't she with the others? Where were they or more importantly where was she? They died together, didn't this give her a right to be with them? Was this a middle stage before she goes somewhere else? Maybe she's lucky enough to go to heaven, but Mo never believed in God.
