PHANTOM

Chapter 11

Luc's pov

I groan trying to open my eyes. They felt so heavy. I feel funny. Am I dead?

"Are you sure he'll wake up. He's been out a whole week...and he died. We all saw him die..."

I hear someone whisper.

Who died?

I feel different. Whole, like there was something missing but now I have it again.

"I swear I heard him groan," Reese said almost desperately. Who is he talking about? My eye lids are so heavy, why won't they open...gahh!

So I force myself to speak. "Re-Reese..."

"Luc! Luc, I'm right here," I could feel his hand slipping into mine. It felt so warm. I try to open my eyes again. This time it's successful but the bright lights in the room force them closed. But I open them again. I hear a gasp and turn to look at Reese. He doesn't look like he's slept that good for days. He had bags under his eyes which were red from lack of sleep.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"You don't remember"

"Jog my memory, will you."

He gave me a sad smile. "You kind of died."

"Stop playing games," I try but something told me he wasn't lying. I felt different. Like something that was missing before but now I felt filled. A missing part of me has been restored.

"You also look different." I turn back to him questioningly. He walks away from the bed to pick something from a desk by the door. He turned the mirror so I could look at myself.

My breath hitched as I stared at my reflection. I had totally changed. I no longer had my mother's dark hair and green eyes. Now my hair was a mixture of black and purple, but mostly purple. My eyes were also a mixture of green and purple but the dominating color was purple. My skin was also paler. In comparison to my smooth features, I had defined and raised cheekbones.

I sit up and walk out of bed walking out of bed to the closet where I know I could find a long mirror.

I'm only in my boxers but this is not the time for being embarrassed. My body is lean and lithe . I had completely changed. No one would know who I am. I'm a completely different person.

Reese came to stand behind me. I'm still shorter than him, although I'm a little taller than I was before.

"You scared me," he whispered wrapping his arms around my shoulders. My heartbeat increased in pace at the feel of being wrapped in his arms. I could feel my legs turn to jelly as he pulls me flash against him. He was staring at me through the mirror, holding my gaze with his. His brown eyes piercing my now purple ones.

"I was kinda scared too, but I couldn't go back. I just couldn't." I can feel myself start to panic.

He was suddenly wrenched out of Reese's arms into a tight hug. "I was so scared. My best friend died, right in front of me," Lloyd cried hugging me. I could feel his tears on my shoulder and I hugged him tighter.

Best friend. I've never had a friend and now I had a best friend. Tears slip free as I cry with him. Two sets of arms join our hug and I recognize them immediately. Adam and Calum. My friends.

"Enough crying. This is a happy moment we should be celebrating," Reese said and we all chuckle breaking from the hug.

"Yeah, so how does death feel like?" Calum asked.

"The process was painful but after that, it's like I was just asleep. A dream less peaceful sleep."

"No wonder people say they want to rest when they want to die. It sounds good."

We sat on my bed talking about random stuff like we did before. None of them commented on my appearance but when I caught a glance of my reflection on the mirror I understood why. I look as I did before, with no purple. I don't mention it cause I don't want the others to worry but a gaze at Reese and he understood.
We'll tell them later.