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Prologue ➵

"I'm very sorry ma'am, but he hasn't been responding for a month and has been motionless ever since he got here. I think it's best for us to take him off of life support." said the doctor beside the patients bed. The women holding on tightly to her unconscious son.

"Please, give him more time he'll respond soon. Isn't that right Harry?" She said, rubbing her son's cold, pale skin.

"I'm sorry, but he's been unresponsive and we think it's best for him to be off of life support. He doesn't need it anymore."

"He will wake up, soon." She demanded, begging her dead son to wake up.

"Anne, listen, he's gone. He's not going to wake up."

"He is going to wake up, he's my baby boy. He'll wake up any minute." the women began to cry, holding on tightly to her son's hand.

"C'mon Harry, wake up. I know you'll wake up, c'mon, do it for mummy." she sobbed, kissing her son's head repeatedly.

"Mum, I'm right here. Can't you see." said her dead son, confused on why she was crying for him to wake up.

He was awake.

"Come with me ma'am," said the doctor, bringing his mother into the doctor's arms, sobbing.

"Mum, I'm right here." said the boy again, dumbfounded on what was going on.

"Miss, I'm alive, can't you see?" he said, shaking the nurses shoulder as shooed him off her shoulder, continuing to do her job.

"Ma'am, can't you hear me? I'm alive!" he shouted, getting off the bed, running towards his mum.

"Mum, I'm alive! See?" he said, trying to get his mum's attention as she continued to cry.

"Would you like to see your boy once more ma'am?" asked a nurse, his mother nodding her head in sorrow, clearing the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm right here." he whispered to her as she turned around and walked to her dead son, laying in bed peacefully.

"I'm dead?" he thought to himself, confused and horrified of the idea of him being, dead.

"I can't be dead, I can't." he said, getting a closer look at his dead self on the bed, motionless.

"This can't be happening, I can't die!" he shouted, terrified and scared, trying to process the fact that he was dead.

A dead lost soul.