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45 | Chapter XLV - The Dead-Person Support Group

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In The End - Cinematic Cover
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    White. Everything is white.

   I feel strong and I feel happy, the memories of Hunter fill my head, causing me to smile as I think about the good times we had together. Everything is peaceful.

    There's other people here, minding their own business as they walk into the white abyss. I walk forward, tapping someone lightly as I ask them where I am.

   They give me a confused expression, and continue on their way. Leaving me standing in a mist of white by myself, string at my bare feet.

    I'm scared, but I'm happy - I'm also very confused as to what's happening.

    I know I'm not alive. But I feel as if I'd know if I was dead, would I not?

    My heart begins to beat in my chest as I look around, panicking as no one acknowledges me, they stare right through me, and disappear. Panicking, I run forward, attempting to find someone. I'm alone, and my arms shiver with goosebumps as I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of invisible people.

I stumble over my feet and fall, breathing heavily as I land on my knees. I sit for a split second and breathe. None of this feels right. None of this.

In the distance I can hear vague whispers as I keep my head lowered. A hand appears in front of me and I sub-consciously grab it, allowing myself to be brought back into my feet, I look up, and stare into a pair of deep blue eyes.

The woman in front of me smiles lightly, the tears forming in her eyes her abnormally long dark hair falls to below her knees. She stands with large sobs about to erupt from her chest, looking as though she might fall into the white ground at any second.

"Cece." She cries as she runs into my arms. And I cry too, because I know exactly who she is.

     She's my mother.

    "Oh my baby." She cries as she clings to me, her arms fully wrapped around me. She's so beautiful, my mothers so beautiful as she cries and checks me over.

   "W-what are you doing here?" She worryingly asks, placing her hands on my shoulders. "You shouldn't be here Cecelia, you can't be." She looks at me with wide eyes, pulling me close and looking around her in worry.

      "Where am I?" I ask, breathing heavily as I begin to panic, the realisation that I might be dead puts me on the verge of breakdown. I can't be dead, I can't leave Hunter, I can't.

   "Cece, this is the other side." She sighs, rubbing her hands through her hair. "Your not here, you can't be here?" She repeats to herself as she rocks me in her arms.

   Finally holding the dear child she lost. The dear child she never had the chance to raise.

   "You're still so young." She cries, "too young to be here. Not again." She mumbles as she once again wraps her arms around me.

    Another figure then comes out of the white abyss. And I instantly recognise them, the tall structured frame almost creates a shadow as they walk towards me. Their power following where they go.

    Instead, this time I meet them, the have life in their eyes, and a soul they possess.

It's the King, my father.

"Cece..." His eyes light up as he wraps me into his arms, swallowing me whole. My mother then hugs me aswell, and for the first time in a long, long time, we're a family again.