Can I stay...?

Chap 1- The dream

I wake up in a cold sweat and I look around my dark room before shoving the hair out of my face and looking at my clock. It read 3am and I sighed as I flopped back onto my bed. I had been having the same dream for around a month. It started around the time I was officially diagnosed with depression and I assumed it was an odd coincidence, but at this point I wasn't so sure. I wasn't getting any better and the pills weren't helping so I stopped taking them.

The dream was the same every night. I remember laying down for bed but then I would wake up in an empty room. Everything was white and sterile clean. Then there was a man. He looked to be a year or so older than me, he was a tad taller than me and he stood up straight and proper. The room suddenly dims to a grayish color I don't have to squint to see in. It makes me notice his odd eyes more. One is bright blue and the other is a wonderful green. He looks human, and oddly tired. His eyes are slightly sunken in and there's dark shadows across his face as if he's seen people die.

The first time I saw him he perked up when he saw me "Ah! A new face. Lets see here..." a small notebook surrounded by a purple and red misty aura appears in his hand. He flips through a couple pages before tapping a spot then snapping the book closed. "Tory, age 15, native american, black hair, blue eyes, 5'4, 120 pounds and only semi-active. Why would you wanna give that up? Seems like your life is great. Unless there's something wrong up here?" He frowns and taps the side of his head before stepping close to me and putting a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You are a wonderful girl and you feel like the people in your life don't understand how you feel. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, the reason people try to kill themselves and end up living is because of us. I'm a reaper. When we see a lost person who tries to kill themselves we let it happen and let them stick around up here to watch for a few weeks. And if they feel bad about what they did, we take them back and stop them from dying." He sighed and brushed his short hair out of his eyes as he looked at me "My name is James. I killed myself and chose to become a reaper. If you did the same them I would be the one to train you. For now... Go enjoy school"

That was how it went the first time I met him since then he seems to be getting more and more impatient with me. I shake off the feeling of dread as I fall back asleep