Dead But You're Not.

Chapter 1

It had been 6 years since summer 17. I was now 23 years old. I hadn't kept in much contact with my messed up family. I guess most of the screw up of my family was to do with me, but not just me. I was a reporter now, am a reporter now. With all i've been through, finding out the truth is something i'm an expert in. I was driving down a cliff road, I was heading to the port. I had been asked to dig up some dirt on my past. When it all happened, the story got out, but not the whole story. I was finally ready to tell the truth about my family. We had tried with the fire but only lies protected it. I didn't care what this report would do to me. Rehab was already on my resume'. I was prepared to do anything for the story. I could see a storm arising towards me as it started to rain, the wind began to push through. I kept driving, I turned a corner a-

I wake up to white walls, blinking lights and the sound of the beeping heart monitor. A doctor walks into the room. My heart starts to race. My palms grow sweaty. Before I can stop it I start screaming. "GAT!! IT'S YOU! GAT!" I yell. The doctor seems startled. I hear him whisper to the nurse that he saw this all the time. "IT'S ME, CADY! YOUR DEAD GAT, BUT YOUR NOT, I WAS RIGHT!" He grabs my wrists and lays them back onto the sides of the bed. My face is soaked with tears. He mouths to the nurse 'rehab' the he sits on the chair next to the bed and begins to speak.

"Hi Cadence. I am Doctor Richmond, I know brief details about your past and I mean to tell you that you have been in an accident." He looks at me with sharp eyes. Eyes in which Gat would never use to look at me. But all of this madness is not about to fall out of my brain..

I loved Gat. I still love Gat. But he died, but he didn't.

"Gat, do not lie to me. These people are not listening to us, tell me the truth. Recognise what you have put me through." I whisper.

"Miss Sinclair, I understand that you have been through trauma, however you need to co-operate with me, okay?" He winks charmingly and begins to write something down on his page. I sigh and lie back down into my bed, and fall asleep.

I wake up to what the clock thinks is 3am. I feel fine, but more than fine, I feel angry. Is gat still alive? Was I right? Tricked? Taken advantage of? Used? Research? Publicity? I get up. I find an office labeled "Richmond." I look to make sure I am not being watched before I enter the dark room. I dig through drawers and files until I give up. It's not Gat. It is just me, Cady. Crazy Cady. I am such a fool.I hear a creak in the floor and turn to see a lean girl standing in the hall way. I can not see her face from the light, but her voice is farmiliar.

"I have allready looked. They call me crazy to. 'your not dead' the say. 'you are just depressed they say'." But it is more that that. I always feel like I have been here before." She says and steps into the light.

Mirren.

Beautiful Mirren.

I bolt upright fast. And jump towards her. I squeeze her hard before the reality falls into my head that 'she's not Mirren'. "I Don't know you, but I understand you" She says pushing me off.

"Who are you?" I say, still shocked by this madness

"I am Caroline, but I am not, I am someone else, I know it." She says without any eye contact

"Mirren" I say, taking her hand. "You're Mirren." I say releasing a tear.

She disappears. My hand becomes wet and a I feel a sharp tortuous pain in my neck. I see darkness until I open my eyes. I see my smashed window screen with a thick tree through it. I am covered in blood. Light flashes through the darkness as a car stops by me. I hear a car door shut and foot steps coming by. A man opens my door and puts his arms around my body.

"Are you alright?" He sounds concerned but I do not answer. He lays me down on the seats of the backseat of his ute. He pulls a torch from the floor of his truck and shines the light on my wounds. He brings the light up to my face but he drops the torch and backs away from me. I force myself up. "You see a ghost or something?" I joke. He picks the torch back up.

"Almost." He says and shines the torch to his face.

Johnny.

Hell. I was right.