I'm Not Insane I Swear

Sane

"I'm d-dead?" Gabriel asked pulling himself up to his feet he felt weird sitting on the ground and having them looking down at him.
"Yes you are Sweetie," Salon said moving closer to him. Holding out her hand she smiled slightly. James stayed were he was holding Thomas under his arm.
"No," Gabriel said backing up shaking his head. His hair falling into his eyes. "No, you're lying." He said he could feel his eyes water. Blinking, he backed away more as Salon tried to approach him.
"Gabriel." Salon pleated her hand still outreached the small smile gone from her bone face
"No! You're lying!" Gabriel yelled as his back hit a wall. "You're lying!" He yelled at Salon. "Lying, lying, you're lying," He whispered to himself. "You're lying," He repeated.
"No I'm not." Salon said her hand fell to her side. "Gabriel look at me. please you need to look at me." Salon said her voice still carrying the honey sweetness it had before but her it also carried a hard undertone.

When Gabriel looked up a Salon he blinked hard twice to clear in vision. Instead of seeing Salon as a skeleton, he saw a woman. A beautiful woman. She had flowing brown hair that covered the right side of her face and landed just above the base of her back. She has big and bright blue eye. She was wearing a pink flower dress that fell just below her knees her feet were slipped into brown flat shoes. Standing in shock Gabriel realized the woman was Salon. She was no longer a skeleton she was a woman, a woman, layers of muscles and skin covered her bones, blooded flowed in her veins. She had lips and cheeks that laid themselves perfectly on her tan face.
Looking to James Gabriel saw a man standing there his head held a mop of soft tuffs of black hair that fell over the tips of his ears. His eyes were storm cloud grey and almond shaped that gleamed with years and wisdom. He was wearing the same thing he was wearing as a skeleton; pressed grey pant, a white button up shirt and the ash grey vest with the pocket watch sitting snuggly in the front vest pocket.
Finally Gabriel looked at Thomas instead of just a skull a small boy stood holding onto James's hand. The boy's hair light brown hair was tied at the base of his neck with black theatrical rope. The same kind that had held the mouth of the red velvet bag close. He was dressed in black pants and a brown throw-over shirt. His feet were bare. He held facial features close to Salons but had green eyes that sparkled with childish wonder.
Salon smiled at him. She held her hand out, her fingers long and elegant, and her nails painted pastel pink. Gabriel reached out his own callused hand and took hers. She smiled at him again.
"Let's take you home." She whispered a smile played on her lips.