We Are Chosen (On Hold)

Chapter 2

"Why do I-I look like this?! I-it can't be p-p-possible!" I stuttered to myself. How did this happen? Even my lips aren't purplish-red anymore. Is this a vision? I've heard of people having visions when they are close to death or when they are really sick. But the visions are supposed to be about your past life (like a montage, or something?) or what happens after death. I never expected this.

"What the h-?" I started but I was cut off by a choked voice.

"Whatch your language Angelina." My mom said alongside my dad. She hadn't changed a bit over the 16 years I have been here. She was slightly shorter than me, with the same light brown hair (except for the unusual red tint...hm) and same (well used to be) dark hazel eyes. She was organized and always liked things neat. She was also obsessed with books just like me. We always finished each others quotes and had movie marathons of those books. If they made a movie about it.

Unlike my dad who looked almost nothing like me. But had the same weirdness just like me, and surprisingly the almost same fashion sense, almost. He had dark brown hair and piercing light-blue eyes much like my little sister. We had always watched horror or action movies together. Well that was before...you know.

"Sorry." I mutter. "What's going on? What happened to me? Why am I not wearing an IV?" All these questions blurted out of me before I could stop them.

"Um...you are no longer sick, its a miracle!" My dad says cheerfully but reluctlently.
"What?!" Is the only word I reply with.

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"Oh my gosh Ang your okay!" Said a voice I knew all too well. The voice belonged to my best friend Mika. I'll give you the story. We met in 2nd grade and we became best friends imidiatly after causing a food fight with each other in the cafeteria. We worked together to make sure we didn't get serious punishment. We left the principles office with a warning.

Because I never judged her never telling me her real name. She decided that I need a nickname too. She suggested at first calling me Angel but I hated it. I don't want people to think I'm a goody-goody. So in the end, and a lot of convincing, she ended up calling me Ang.

"Hey Mika!" I walk over and give her a huge hug. "So...how are you doing?"

She gave me the weirdest expression. "Your the one who almost died and you're asking me how I'm doing?" She said jokingly. I smiled. She always had this gift were she could give horrible news in a joking way that made you laugh without her being rude or disrespectful.

"Ya I guess so. Hey any chance you've seen Trin?"

"No not since yesterday." She replied.

You see Trin is short for Trinity. She's my 15 year old little sis. Shes technically 2 years younger than me. But at certain times of the year it appeared that she was only a year younger.

"Mom do you know where Trin is?" I ask.

"Its a surprise!" She said excitely.

We were packing up the car and was about to leave when I saw someone familiar. I gasped in surprise.

"Are you all right?" My mom asked.

"Yes mom I'm alright." I replied quickly.

I was not fine. The person I recognized was the guy that no one could see and whispered those words to me before I blacked out.