Resurrection

Chapter 1

It's dark. So dark. Why is it so dark? I'm freezing. Is it raining? It smells like it's raining. I feel wet. Maybe that's why I'm so cold. Perhaps it's because of the rain. But why is it raining? Where am I? I feel so lost. I'm laying somewhere firm and earthly smelling. I try to open my eyes. It's hard. Like my body hasn't moved in a very long time. I focus on take deep breaths before lifting my eyelids and peering into darkness.

I was right, it's raining. Little droplets of rain pelt my freezing body. Looking around I see tombstones and trees. I urge my muscles to move. It's almost as though I can feel my bones screaming in distress. My upper body slowly starts to gravitate upwards to a sitting position. Lost. That's what I am. That's the only thing I can comprehend. I'm lost. I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I look to my right and see a familiar tombstone. Miranda and Grayson Gilbert. My parents. The remembrance of their deaths acts like a catalyst to my lost mind. Stefan and Damon coming and the existence of vampires. The originals and the witches. Everyone I loved dying. Cancer, being diagnosed with cancer. Reaching up to my head I feel a thick mound of hair. I run my finger though it until it stops at my shoulders. I've never had such short hair.

I try to stand but my muscles give out and I collapse into a crouching position. My body does not feel like my own. It's some alien object. Stiff as though it hasn't moved in years. The wet fabric of the white dress I just now notice myself wearing clings uncomfortably to my body. Sitting back down I pinch the soft material in my hand and pull it away from my body. It makes the awkward sound wet fabric always does and I cringe. Peering into the darkness I make out many more rows of tombstones. Looking back at my parents stones and feel a familiar aching bloom in my soul. I haven't been here since the funeral. The thought of coming always making me feel sick and fear stricken.

My fingers play with the new grass I'm sitting on and I realize this must be a recent grave. A foreign emotion seems to spread throughout my being. I slowly turn around to read the name on the stone.

Lily Gilbert
1996-2012
Beloved daughter and friend.

My eyes read the words but my brain can't seem to comprehend them. If I'm looking at this then that means I died. It also means that I'm somehow back to life. The past few years in Mystic Falls it became common for people to come back to life. Not me. The only way I came back to life was the family ring.

I'm sure Elena wouldn't have done anything to bring me back and if she had it would have been immediate. From the look of my stone and the grass that has grown I can only guess I've been dead for a few months. But then again if she or anyone else didn't do something how am I alive?

I died of natural causes. I'm no witch or supernatural creature. I doubt anyone went to the crossroads and sold their soul to a demon for my life. I check my arms and visible skin. Definitely not a Dean Winchester type of situation.

My thoughts are halted as the rain stops and I see a peek of the sun rise above the horizon. The sight makes me sad. I'm not sure why. Maybe my soul knows it's been so long since I've seen a sunrise. Maybe I was never supposed to see another one. Letting out a sigh I fall back down on the earth above my grave.

I need to get back to Beacon Hills. Stiles needs to know I'm alive, I need to see him. I need to see all of them. I don't even know how long it's been since I died. Stiles could have moved on.. oh god. The thought sends a quaking rapture through my body. What if I go there and he's dating someone already. That would be...i can't even imagine. I wonder what Scott, Lydia, and Allison are doing. Maybe they all came out here for my funeral. Maybe Elena was there.

I miss my big sister. The thought that I died and she wasn't there makes me sad. She's probably in college by now, if she chose to go. I hope she did.