GONE

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     I open my eyes wide then blink once, then blink again. Okay, I was still in my room. Same bed. But what was different? I blink again and this time I know. I'm dead.

     How did I know for sure? Well, I checked my arms and legs, and there doesn't seem to be any scratches or cuts. In fact there were no wounds anywhere. But, deep in my gut, I somehow knew I was dead. I couldn't explain it really, I just knew.

     To tell you the truth, I didn't really care. I had nothing to leave behind. I was a loner at school, so I didn't have any friends, and barely talked to anyone unless spoken to. Me and my family weren't close either, and we hardly saw each other, much less speak. Then it hit me like a hammer. Luke.

     Luke was my best friend. Okay, my only friend. Anyways, me and Luke have been friends ever since the day I popped out of my mom. Before my parents were too busy with work, they would occasionally go over to Luke's parent's house for lunch. And when I was born, it was no exception. Luke had only been a few months old then and right from the start we hit it off. Even after me and my parents stopped speaking, I continued to go to Luke's house every week for dinner with him and his parents and baby sister.

     Over the years, I grew more and more aware of Luke on our weekly dinners. Even at school, he would manage to catch my eye, or invade my thoughts. Soon, it became a daily occurrence and then I would think of him every few minutes. It became worse. Whenever he was near me, my breathing would get heavy, my cheeks warming, my pulse quickening. I didn't know what it was, but at the same time I knew as well. It was love.

I managed to hide the truth from him. Well, until something happened. He said he liked me and you would know how that turned out. He was my boyfriend. This blue eyed, hot as hell boy was my boyfriend.

Everything was perfect. Until, well... this. But maybe I'm just crazy. I'm still a person, fully me. Nothing has happened, it was all in my head. So, I raise the covers, and pull myself out bed. I was wearing a Nirvana tee, black jeggings and a ton of band ballers were on my arms. My black knit beanie was layed on the pillow beside me. Nothing unusual, I usually slept like this.

I put on my black Doc Martens, then walk out of my room, and down the stairs, expecting to see our dining room. Instead, I see a room I don't know. It was painted light grey, a color my mom wouldn't dare put in our house. Pushed against a wall is our old couch, but it looked brand new and stainless. Lastly, right in the middle of the room was a regular office desk with stacks of files and paper on top of it.

There was a blue office chair, but no one was seated on it. I turn around to go walk to the couch, but seated on the couch was a boy who I swear wasn't there before.

"Ahh!" I shout. The boy looks unmoved, as if he heard people scream all the time. "Hello," he says, smiling. He was quite cute, his dark curly hair styled in a fringe, covering his right eye. It was bright blue, reminding me of Luke's.

He holds out his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I stare at it hesistantly, then do. "I'm Nyssa, but anyways, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

For a moment, he looks at me stunned. Then he chuckles, "My name's Jason, and I'm here to get you." He grabs my hand, and starts dragging me out a door, with the words EXIT on top.

I push his hand away, and he stops then looks at me. "What?" he asks, his tone firm, the playfulness gone from his face. I stare at his baby blues orbs, unable to tear my eyes away from his. "Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying to match his firm tone.

He looks annoyed, angry even, but in a flash it's gone and replaced with a small smile. "Your school," he says, "All will be explained later." I nod, but I didn't really trust him.