"Where am I?" She asked herself looking around. Everything was black, "Is this death? The last thing I remember was..."
"Foolish child..." And calm male voice said
"What?" She asked as she looked around for the owner of the voice, no one was there/
"You were not meant to leave the earth yet... But I can not sent you back now, your body is gone." A small orb appeared in front of her and she could see herself flat lining, her blond hair was nearly red with blood. "So I shall have to put you somewhere else..."
All she could do was look at the orb, she felt tears bubble over as she started cry. She watched her mother and her father leave the room, her boyfriend was gripping her hand. "J-Jersey boy..." she stammered, looking at the orb and touching it softly, "I'm so sorry..."
"Come now Child." The voice said, "You have work to do."
She looked at the orb one last time and leaned in and kissed his forehead. As she walked out, she saw that her tears were frozen in place. She grabbed them and fallowed a small pinpoint of light.
The next thing she knew, she was in the delivery room, looking around she saw that she was a small child. Even down to her appearance, she was herself and an infant, and she started to cry. She couldn't really move or talk.
She spent the next few years of her life trying to learn it all over again. In time she did, but when she did, they thought she was crazy. She kept trying to tell them that she needed to find her friends. Her new family was nice, but she had to find her old one. She didn't call them mom and dad when she found out there real names, she called them Mr. and Mrs. Vandaler. Her family could only shake their head and and wonder what they did wrong.
She saw her friends outsdie one day, they were all smiling and laughing. She ran over to them and looked up at them. "Hey there." one of them said to her, she was at her waist, "Who might you be."
"McKenna." She said, looking up at them.
They all stopped and stiffened, "Wh-Who...?" one of them dared to ask.
"It's me, Cam, kenna. Ask Faith, she'll remember what I looked like." She looked over to the girl in question and held up her arms, "Agape Sestra!" She said, looking up at her with hope in her eyes.
Faith looked down at her and started to cry, "I-If this is some kind of game, stop it now."
"S-Sestra... Agape." She said again.
"Aneliese!" Her mother called to her, "Stop bothering them and come back!"
She looked down, she hugged them and ran off, sniffing and crying, "A-Agape Sestra..."
"Who was that...?" Asked the boy at Faith's arm.
"McKenna... McKenna Paige Talahand..." She said, sniffing and smiling. "Agape Sestra."
Several years passed, and the family moved with their now six year old daughter and their ten year old son. The girl got nervous when she found out they were moving, she didn't want to leave, here she knew where her old friends were, but here, she didn't. However, she knew that if it was supposed to be like this, something was going to happen. She still tried to convince her family that she wasn't their daughter, that Aneliese Vandaler wasn't real and that she was, McKenna Talahand. They refused to believe her.
One day, it was sunny outside, her mother took her to the local grocery store. She was walking with her mother when she saw someone she knew. Her heart skipped a beat and she started sobbing. She ran up to him, she wasn't even at his waist, and sobbed into his jeans.
The boy stiffened, he must have been in his twenties. He looked down at the girl and slowly bent down to her level after pulling her off, "Wh-What's wrong little one?" He asked, not really sure what to do. His voice being tired but startled.
"J-Jersey boy!" She cried, sniffing.
He looked at her and said, "How do you know that name?"
All the little six year old could do was cry and say the name over and over. "Jersey boy Jersey boy Jersey boy Jersey boy." She sobbed as she hugged him.
After a moment of thinking, the man hugged her back, "If this is a dream I don't wanna wake up... Kenna... My sweet Kenna..." He hugged her tightly and let a tear fall.
"Oh my gosh, Aneliese!" Cried her mother as she ran up to them and tried pulled her child away, "I"m so sorry. She does this sometimes."
The man just held on to her for a second, "It's no problem, Ma'am." he said as he let her go, "I knew her before this..."
"What?" Asked the mother looking at him
"That little girl you just called Aneliese, was McKenna Paige Talahand. A girl who never had a chance." He looked down at the girl, "Right Kenna...?"
She nodded and smiled up at him, "Right Jersey boy."
The mother looked down and sighed, "What's your number, 'Jersey boy'?"
He wrote it down and handed it to the woman, "Thank you" he said
"What for?" The woman asked, "You're her new baby sitter." she winked at him and walked off.
"Bye Jersey boy!" The little girl waved.
He held up a simple sign for "I love you." as she walked away. She smiled widely returned it before turning back to her mother.
"So that's him...?" The Woman asked the girl.
"Yes, Mrs. Vandaler." she smiled, "That was him."
"You know you can't love him like you say you did, now."
"I know." she smiled sadly and looked down as she walked, "But he's still here and I can still see him."
"Whatever makes you happy dear." Said the mother with a small smile, "Just don't let your father know that I might believe you."
"I wont." she giggled, "But thank you."
Years passed, and the small girl grew up around a family that didn't believe her, and a lover she could never love. She found and managed to stay in contact with most of her old friends, and even though she was so much younger than them now, she was still accepted as one of them. When she was eighteen, she moved out and into an apartment with Jersey boy. Nothing ever really happened between the two, the age difference demanded that, but it was as normal as they could get. They tried to make her life as normal as possible, but there was no way they could fully reach that.
And that is where our story ends for now. Not many people believed the small girl, but those who did, never let her go. She was remembered, and that is what she wanted. That is why death returned her.
