Life, Death, And Everything In Between

Harley

¨Its Quinn.¨

i look behind me in the mirror, but theirs no one there, i quickly whip my head around and see.

her

its the girl, its- but no she died she cant i cant there cant we cant what when why who wait how.

¨How-¨ my voice stops like i cant get the words out. i try again but theirs nothing i cant speak i cant think i cant move.

all i can do

is scream.

She covers her ears and tells me to shut up.

¨your not the dead one! i should be freaking out! why am i here!¨ she yells over me. i run out of breath and stop. she uncovers her ears and says.

¨finally, where am i-¨

¨YOUR DEAD!¨ i finally scream.¨I SAW THEM ZIP YOU UP IN A BODY BAG I WASHED YOUR BLOOD OFF OF ME I LISTENED TO YOUR HEART STOP YOUR DEAD HOW ARE YOU HERE?!¨

¨YOU DONT THINK IVE BEEN WONDERING THE SAME THINGS?!¨ she sighs, ¨look i dont know what happened to me and i dont know why im here all i know is that im tired and would like to go home so if you'll excuse me. She took about twelve steps until i felt a huge tug at my heart. It really hurt, so bad that I dropped to my knees like it dragged me to the ground. I look up.

She felt it too.

She tries to run in the opposite direction, screaming from the pain we both felt. She pulls and pulls and pull until I scream.

"STOP IT!"

She halts, looking at me in disbelief. She looks as if she sees something that I don't.

"You got a little something," she starts. Gesturing to her chest, I look at her in confusion. Then look down, opening my towel. There's nothing there but the little scar I got from falling off of my bike in fifth grade. I look back up at her.

"A little what?"

"I don't know a string? A red string. it's kinda glowing I guess but I think it's just really bright red. It's kinda sticking out of your chest and it's-" she follows the invisible string to her chest. "In mine."

"Is that why it hurts when you try to run away?" I ask.

"I guess? I'm just as clueless as you are but that's a good question."

We both take a seat on the edge of my butt leaves a dip in the mattress but Quinn doesn't leave any trace of ever being there.

"What's your name?" She asks.

"Quinn."

"Is that a coincidence or fate?"

"Looks like we gotta find out. We can't call each other Quinn, it's confusing, how about we call each other by our last names?"

"Ok so what are we finally going to introduce ourselves?"

I face her sitting criss cross on my comforter. "Hi there! My name is Quinn Harley, and I'm a poet!"

She smiles. "Well hello Harley. My name is Quinn Falzone, and I'm dead."