Becca's POV
My eyes flew open as I gasped for air. The familiar smells and sights of the hospital surrounded me. I felt like I hadn't breathed correctly in months.
Once my eyes got adjusted to the bright room, I looked around. No one was in my room this time.
I decided to test something.
"Hello?"
...I moaned. I didn't speak the word. I moaned.
I felt my wrist for a pulse. Nothing.
I looked closely at my skin. Deathly pale.
I didn't even want to know if my eyes were gray.
I shakily looked above my head to see the "call nurse" button. I reached up, wincing as my bones cracked, and pushed it.
Just about 10 seconds later, a female nurse rushed in.
"Rebecca!? You're alive!" She gasped.
I grinned and pointed to my throat, shaking my head.
"Can't talk?"
I shook my head. I did the phone symbol and put it next to my ears. I didn't know how to sign parents, so I just hoped she'd understand.
"Call...your family?" She guessed.
I nodded my head eagerly.
She smiled warmly. "I'll call them up right away." She turned to leave. "I'm so glad you're OK, Rebecca." She then left.
After she left, I steeled myself and swung off the bed. I was in a typical hospital gown, and an IV was in my arm. I hate needles.
That's the Becca we know, hehe!
Wha...BECKY?!?
Don't forget about me!
REBEKITAH!? You guys are back!!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
I smirked but immediately winced afterwards. I had no socks and the floor was COLD. I shuddered as I stared at the IV before gripping the medical pole thingie and pulling it with me towards the bathroom.
After several pain-filled minutes, I was able to go into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my eyes started tearing up. My gray eyes.
AND RETURN HOME UNCHANGED, FOREVERMORE...you're still a zombie.... Or...at least half.
I wiped away my tears and turned around, heading back to the bed.
Once I settled down, I clenched my eyes shut. Don't cry. Don't cry. Can't cry. I must be happy for this reunion.
I controlled my emotions not a moment too soon. When I opened my eyes, Daddy, Mommy, and Rachel walked into the room.
"BECCA!!" Rachel yelled. She ran over and hugged the arm with no needles.
I smiled widely and hugged her back. I gave her the 'I love you' sign.
She stared at me in confusion. "Can't you just say I love you?"
I stared at my parents standing side by side. It nearly felt like old times. Nearly.
I glanced at the hospital table thingie and saw a notepad and pen.
I reached over and picked up the notepad, but the pen rolled onto the floor.
Rachel bent down and picked it up, handing it to me. I smiled before I started writing.
'I can no longer speak. I am going to be blunt as I do not want to tell the whole story. I'm half-zombie. I moan, I have pale skin, gray eyes, and my heart doesn't beat. Judging by the fact that there was no heart monitor on the pole thingie...you already figured that out.'
I handed it to Dad, and he read it.
He sighed and chuckled slightly, handing it back to me. "Honestly, Becca, I WOULD say that you were in a coma and dreaming it, but...your heart really isn't beating. We freaked out when your heart monitor flatlined, but when the doctors took a closer look at you, they found that your brain was still functioning and you were breathing."
I frowned sadly and wrote some more. 'I...I'm going to be going back one last time.'
Mom gasped and stared at me, wide-eyed. "What...Becca, why?!"
'Again, I won't explain it, but...a prophecy. I go three times. I've gone twice. I'll be going back for some reason for a final time. But...I don't think I'll be in a coma again. The prophecy stated that I would return my own way.'
Dad frowned while Rachel just stared at the words, attempting to read them.
He nodded sadly.
Why are they just accepting it?
Remember, he said that your heart monitor flatlined. I doubt that he'll need anymore proof than that.
It just seems...too...coincidental....
I was interrupted from my thoughts as the nurse walked back in, a huge smile on her face. "Well, Becca, you're gonna be discharged in a few days. We'll need to work your muscles so they can get used to being used again."
She then frowned. "The date is June 15, 2017. You'll have to repeat the 9th grade." I gave a thumbs-up. Good for me. I barely learned anything that year anyways. I was gone THAT long.
I sighed and nodded. She smiled warmly one last time before leaving the room. I began chatting with my family. Well...I wrote. They chatted. They caught me up on what's going on in life. I smiled, finally feeling safe, no pun intended, for the first time in forever.
Little did I know that I had an even bigger challenge ahead...as well as a dangerous enemy....
???'s POV (Directly after Becca jumped through the portal)
HER. She's the one.
Yep. We must prepare.
She'll regret ever coming to this dimension.
I dashed out from the bush I was hiding behind towards the old office my dad used to work in before that dumb group captured him.
When I arrived, I was greeted by a familiar groan. I smirked and pushed my purple sleeves up. I turned towards the potion-making station, the light reflecting off the sparkles on my chest. I picked up a rubber band and tied my brown hair back. My plan would not fail. My dad will become one with the living. If not, I will continue his legacy.
My name is Keona Owner.
Becca and her friends zombified my father.
Prepare to suffer, ...Becca.
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Yep, the final chapter of We Meet Again.... Don't worry! I've got a good start on the 3rd and final book. You know how I'd update every Tuesday and Friday? Well, the day I post the first chapter of book 3 is the day I start up this kind of schedule again. You know, Tues, take break to write Wed and Thurs, Fri, Sat-Mon to write.... It will be that exact same setup depending on the day I post it. This sounds complicated. You'll see when I begin posting. xD It is gonna be one heck of a book.
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-Becca <3
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