"Abso-fucking-lutely not."
"Such a woman of words." She smirked, rolling her eyes, "I'm not saying you have to give it to someone you love or anything."
"Giving this," You rubbed behind your ear and felt a slight tingle, "To anyone only ends badly."
"It's on your head?" She asked hesitantly and you looked at her confused.
"What? No. I don't know. It's just essence so I doubt it's visible."
Without warning, she advanced on you and turned your head harshly, brushing your hair away.
"It's there." She sighed, "Not complete, so we still have time."
"Let's get to work then." You told her firmly, hiding your internal panic, and picking up the book Sue gave you.
Every hour you'd text them with an update, even though four hours in found you in the same place as before.
You felt Rowena eyeing you, so you looked up and raised your eyebrows in question.
"Does it hurt?" She asked and after a second you realized what she meant, noticing you had your hand on it this entire time.
"Uh, no." You mumbled, snatching your hand away and getting back to what you were reading.
After about another hour, you started to sweat, making you shed your jacket. You shared a glance and she looked nervous before putting her eyes back on one of the books.
Every word on the page was starting to irritate you. Every single sentence you read that couldn't help or any thought you had that was quickly squashed with reasoning made your blood boil.
"Y/n, dear?" You heard Rowena ask, but it felt like she was a mile away, not ten feet away.
You felt dizzy and you reached for your neck, but it burned. It was searing your skin and making your brain feel like it was on fire. You might've called out, you don't know, but then you crashed to the floor and everything went black.
"Where is she?" You heard a voice, but everything was black, and you couldn't remember where you were.
"In here." Another voice, maybe female, but you were too out of it to notice, "How did you find us?"
"She called for me."
You could hear them, but it was different, somehow warped. Then their voices started to fade, and you woke up in a room that was empty except for the infinite number of white shelves. Around you was black, except these shelves and the floor, then the walls started turning white as well and there was a figure standing off to the side.
"Hello?" You called out and it echoed.
You felt for your neck and didn't notice a burn.
"You don't have it here." The figure spoke, strolling towards you.
"Who are you?" You called out, but even your voice sounded odd, like it didn't fit.
"Billie."
"Death." You breathed, panic streaking across your face, and she nodded with a smile, "I'm dead? What happened?"
"You're not dead," She shook her head amusingly, "We just need to talk."
"Ah, fuck," You winced, "This can't be good. Last time someone said that it was Dean and the time before that it wasn't good either." You sighed and she looked at you curiously, "Ya know what? Just put me out of my misery," You laid down on your back, starfish style, "I'm tired of talking."
"You don't want to die," She chuckled, "Get up."
"No, no," You insisted, "I do."
"You've got too much to live for, you might want to give up, but it's your old life that you want to let go of."
