The Dead Are Talking......Shhhhh

Chapter Two

Chapter Two--Seriously?!

School was literal Hell....I think that just sums up everything I could possibly feel. I mean I've been to the Underworld before, and that was bad but at least they know what I am...these people don't. They just think I'm weird and prone to injury. Which I guess I am, just not in the way they think.

 I walk down the hallways everyday with them pointing fingers as I look down and see that I missed a spot on my shoulder. Well that was today but its like that every other day too. It just gets exhausting to have the same exact thing happen every time the dead comes calling.

My best friend Sarah sprinted up to me like every morning, she's usually my blood police.

"Hey," She whispered, "Little bit of blood on your right shoulder."

I covered the spot with my sweatshirt and walked to my locker. I spun the dial, 24-56-23, the locker clicked and the door swung open. I searched for the moist wipes I kept on hand, they were lodged all the way in the back of course. I tore out a piece of the white cotton type wipe, and rubbed the blood spot off of my shoulder with so much force it turned a brighter shade than the blood itself.

"Come on we need to get to class." She exclaimed with excitement.

Sarah was like me, she could see, talk, and sadly smell (they were wretched) the dead. We didn't particularly want to be able to smell them, they smelled like rotting flesh and dirt. If you haven't guessed yet we don't really go to normal classes. We do that over the summers, learn everything and take the tests at the beginning of the year. For the rest of the year we go beneath the school, through all the tunnels to an underground realm. Not exactly the underworld, kind of like a close neighbor or cousin.

Today was different. There was a shift in the atmosphere that I didn't like.

"You killed a Hell Hound last night girl!" Sarah exclaimed, knocking her elbow into my sore ribs.

"Yeah I know, when are you killing yours?" I winced.

"When ever they decide to test me." She pointed out with a sideways glance as if she expected the beast to jump out of the shadows. It wouldn't really surprise me if one did.

They like to just randomly test us, normal kids would call this a 'pop quiz' I suppose. Outside of lessons, Sarah would explain to me what all of this world actually meant. Her mom was a seer just like us, she knew everything and taught it to Sarah.

Right now was one of those moments.

"My mom wants to know why I have dreams of what I've done." I brought up the topic slowly and quietly.

"Oh, well that's simple. Your brain is hardwiring yourself to remember what you did to do it. A.K.A. it stores how to kill whatever you just killed." She explained.

"Ok. Uhm, why do I see these things. Like why do I see the dead?"

"Do you not pay attention?"

"Nope!"

"You died or came close to death. When was the first encounter?"

"Three." I said slowly.

"You were supposed to die or had a near death experiance when you were three. They chose you because you lived."

"Well thats not depressing at all." I said with a twirl of my fingers.

She gave me a small shove before we arrived at the door to the tunnels.

"Each character as in your hair, eyes, and height are all put into the thought of what you're going to be like." She explained.

"What?"