Escaping Death

Chapter One

I awoke feeling drained, tired, weak..

Millions of eyes staring at me as if awaiting to see if I'd be able to make it out of bed now. They saw everything, didn't they?

I need to find Damion.. He'll know what to do.

"Return to what you were doing.." I told everyone.

In actuality, I'm talking to myself. Or that's what a normal 'sane' person would think. That I'm crazy?

Phyco?

When I was two my parents thought I had schizophrenia.

I can assure you I don't.

Everything I see is one-hundred percent real life, it's just they are all dead.

I'm not.

Yet that is.

Since I was ten years old almost every spirit I see wants me dead, they find it wrong I have a gift to see and talk to them yet I still get to be breathing.

But everytime I defeat death, and stay alive. It's a gift, honestly.

To survive the wrath of death. He wants me dead, I wish he was alive so I could want him dead.

Too bad that'll never happen.

I've won the battle twenty times, twenty one counting last night.

Me and my mom were on our way to the gas station, I saw a vision of him, standing in the middle of the road, he winked at me then a transfer truck came rushing out into traffic slamming right into us.

I was released because the only injury I escaped with was a broken arm.

My mom is still in the hospital, partly because she has a broken rib, her leg is fractured, and she had a heart-attack.

Death seems to do a better job at harming the ones I love more than harming me.

But for all I know that's what he wants.

"I said go back to what you were doing!" I growled at the spirits standing around my bed looking at me as if I just ruined there master plan.

They can't hurt me though, they are meerly a ghost.

Now if death sends a demon on me, that's when I need to worry.

They can hurt, a lot.

Damion is my only protection.

He was sent to me as he said.

A gift from God or something.

Ovbiously I'm not supposed to die yet, so Damion is here to help me.

So now I only have him to depend on with this.

It's weird, considering he is a seventeen year old dead boy that's trying to keep me from dying.

Weird. I know. But I still have to be slightly happy about it.

Most people like me would be left to die.

But apparently Damion tells me I have more purpose than I think I have.

Honestly I just think I'm Medlock Rose, the fifteen year old girl that goes to school to be picked on for having a learning disabilty aka dyslexia and people think she is a physco freak that see's people that aren't there.

Even when they are.

I got out of bed trying to stand on my feet without falling.

"Woah there tiger, might wanna be a little bit more careful!" I heard one of the other spirits I'd seen before, Matthew laugh as he appeared in front of me smiling happily.