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nicks p.o.v (hes alive, HES ALIVE!)

I walk through a hospital, except this one is deserted.the unusual quiet buzz you usually get from a hospital was non existent.i walked down the quiet, clean white marble flpors, letting my hands drift along the clear walls.i didnt hear anything for the next ten minutes, but then I heard it.

sounds of frustration, like someone concentrating really hard.like...

like what doctors would act like in an operation.

I ran towards the sound, and saw an ajar door.inside were 3 doctors and two nurses, all crowded over a breathing figure.

it was me.

I feel someone tap on my shoulder, and I saw a woman in a grey dress, with wide bright green eyes, and black hair.mom!

"mommy? your here? mommy!"I say like a small child, trapping her in a tight hug.

"hey choco-lips.why are you here?"she asks me.

"cause im dead"i whisper.

she shakes her head,"nope, you're just drifting between life and beyond.you ,unlike many others, have a choice of either-"

"nicky!"a small girls voice screams behind mom.she steps aside and I see my little girl.ashley, my dead sister, wearing a floral skirt and a pink shirt.she has my black and blonde hair, my blue eyes.we are so much alike, but she has my..dads nose and freckles

"hi, babygirl"i coo, hugging her tightly.

"you have to choose nick.either eternal life with us, or life and then us.youll get to love that amazing girl mickayla.you can have an amazing life."my mom finishes.i look behind me, and see a black void of life, and behind my family, I see the white void of the beyond.

"......bye mommy.bye ashley"i say, stepping backwards and waving to them.i wave twice, then I jump through the thick blackness into life.

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"sir, hes breathing, hes alive! hes seems to be fine sir"i hear a random female voice say next to me, and a clatter of footsteps follows.i open my eyes to the blaring light and im surrounded by doctors.

summouning all my strength, I say more clearly than expected,

"can you take me to carevine foster home when im healed?"

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