And She Died Again ¦✔

~15~Reincarnated

Dedicated to Jazzi1215 for her continuous support.

I am all there is to know, I am all that you've forgotten
I am enigmatic now, you never even knew my name
I am dressed in tragedy, I am by design immortal
I am just the last one left, but I am always here and old
Old and very strong
Old as all you feel
Old as all the world around you

I AM EVERYTHING I AM ANYTHING
I AM AUTOMATIC I AM ANYTHING
I AM AUTOMATIC
I AM YESTERDAY I AM EVERYDAY

I AM GONNA BE REBORN

I am just a secret now, I am just a vague illusion
I'm a lie you tell yourself that you never truly did believe
I'm a whisper in the dark, I'm a victim and the killer
I am almost ready now, but you insist I don't exist

~Stone Sour "Reborn"

It was dark. The moonless sky screamed terror and trepidation. Ana Perla trudged in confusion as her white linen cloth swayed with the gushing winds. She was befogged as to where she was, but it seemed too real to be mistaken for a dream. Her confusion, made it even harder for her as she struggled to get through to the other side where she was certain someone would be waiting. But the question was, if she had someone who cared enough to wait. She winced as a thorn she'd tried sidestepping grazed her arm.

For the first time throughout the entire ordeal, Ana Perla felt fear grip her. She was suddenly aware of her surroundings; she was in a dark forest...a very dark one, even the dim glow the ominous moon emitted didn't seem to make any difference. The murkiness pressed into her from all sides, and she felt slight tinges of fear grasp her in keenness. Her body wanted to scream but she was too scared to. Who wouldn't be, in an unnerving situation like this?

 Her bare feet made rustling sounds as it crushed the deciduous of crisp marcescent leaves beneath. Everything about the setting was far from peaceful. The agony she felt as she struggled with her inner emotions, invaded her thoughts of how eerily petrifying the whole scenery was.

She shuddered as the cold air cruelly blew over her bare skin. She ran her hands through her body, trying to somehow alleviate herself. She felt so alone and so incomplete; like she'd been thrown into an endless pit of isolation and the thought itself didn't work very well with her. She was at the verge of a break down when she caught a flash of light flicker from the corner of her eye. She looked closely, trying to figure out what it was.

 She was lost for words when she realized it wasn't just any light; it was Ali-the girl she had come to regard as her own daughter. Instead of feeling a great sense of relief for seeing a familiar face, she felt worst. Ali looked so hurt and weak, even the mist of light she was encased in, couldn't obscure that.

In a swift motion, Ana Perla lifted her hands to touch Ali's face, it looked so fragile and pale-the kind of face she'd always worn in Mexico- but the young ghost lightly shook her head and smiled sadly. She watched as Ali pointed out to a path which was marked by a superfluous beam of light. 

Before she could ask what it meant, Ali waved her hand, which Ana Perla quickly noticed was bruised and looked as pale as her face did.

Ana Perla placed her hand on her aching heart as it thumped loudly. Ali's eyes had a light hue of sadness in them and Ana Perla grew wearier, knowing that it mirrored exactly how she felt. She didn't utter a word as Ali rancorously walked into the light. 

This was by far the most unpleasant experience she'd ever witnessed her entire life. She collapsed to the damp earth as she cried her heart out, reeling in her pain and hurt.