My Own Personal Heaven

Chapter Four: Stuck in a White Box.

Frost jolted up quickly breathing heavily.

He looked around quickly. He was in a hospital room. All kinds of machines were plugged into him.

A monitor beeped.

“Settle down Frost! You might hurt yourself.” A voice said beside Frost.

His head shot to the left.

Check In stood there smiling. “Hi Frosty.”

“Ch-Check In…” Frost was taken aback.

“I'm here. I'm here. How are you?”

“I’m in pain… I uh… I miss you.”

“I miss you too…” Check In smiled.

“How are you?” Frost began to shake a little out of high emotions.

“I'm fine… I'm more worried about you.” Check In looked down. “I don't want you to end up like me.”

Frost shot up out of bed hyperventilating.

Dalilah grabbed his hand. “Jack! It’s ok.”

Frost looked up to her with tears in his eyes.

“Did you see him again?”

Frost nodded and closed his eyes.

She hugged him and quietly rubbed his back.

“It’s going to be ok Jack. You are going to be ok.” Dalilah said calmly.

“I want him back. I want him back so bad…” Frost cried into her dress.

“I know Jack… I know…”

Dalilah looked back at Willow and Joana who sat quietly near Frost’s bed.

An hour or two past. Things quieted down and Frost felt better than he did. He asked what had happened to him and Dalilah explained that he had been shot.

“We aren't one hundred percent sure who did it. Nobody could tell much about the shooter. They kept themselves hidden really well.” Dalilah sighed.

“Well dang… I was really hopin’ I’d die again. I miss my demon powers.”

“Sorry.” Dalilah said sarcastically. “I can only curse ironically.” She smiled.

“It’s ok.” Frost laughed.

“It better be! Or I’ll beat the Hell, out of you.” A voice said from the door.

“Oh I get it. Hell joke.” Frost shook his head and turned to the door. He froze.

Jason stood there in all his glory. Completely fine. Alive and well. “Hey pal.”

“Jason..?”

“Who are you talking to Frost?” Willow spoke up in a concerned voice.

“Tell Akicha I said hi.” Jason smiled then faded away.

“Jason..?” Frost was in shock.

“Jason's dead Damen.” Dalilah stood up.

“I just saw Jason.” Frost looked over at his friends.

“Isn’t he dead?” Joana sat up.

“Yeah.” Frost huffed. “Am I going crazy?”

“Maybe you're losing a lot of blood?” Willow bit his lip.

“I just saw Jason… I don't understand at all…” Frost laid back down.

“Somebody call the doctor.” Willow stood up. “This is weird.”

Joana nodded and walked out of the room.

Frost closed his eyes. He was going crazy. Now he’s seeing dead people. Well, he was already seeing dead people, but now he’s seeing super dead people…

His eyes shot open. “Akicha.”

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Zackery looked down at the list again. Next up was an Uncle Steve.

He sniffed and looked around. “Anybody know an Uncle Steve?!” He called out.

Tourcherouse moans were the only thing he heard back.

He nodded. “Thanks!”

“Howdy boy.”

A chill ran down Zackery’s back. He cleared his throat and turned around slowly. “Hi.” He awkwardly smiled.

An elderly looking man with a brown sweater and a 70s hair due met his eyes. “You called my name boy.”

“I did.”

His strange humorous appearance only made him scarier.

“W-would you like to join a team that’s gonna take down the Seven Deadly Sins?” His voice cracked.

“Sure boy. Sure I would.” He winked. “Just keep me informed.” He chuckled softly.

“Will do.” Zackery nodded.

“You wanna hear a joke boy?”

“Sure.” Zackery lied.

“What do you call a room full of little children.” He smiled.

“What?”

“A good time.” He chuckled softly to himself.

Zackery looked down and breathed in. “That's uh… that's funny…”

“I know.” Uncle Steve sighed. “Well, I’ll be seein’ ya boy.” He walked away.

Zackery looked back at the board. “I don’t even want to know who’s next on this list…” He looked at the next name. “It… it’s Hitler…” He looked up. “It’s Hitler…” He nodded “Hey everybody! It’s Hitler! He's next on the list!” He laughed to himself. “I wanna die.”