It wasn't the searing pain of being ripped from this world more than the unbearable sense of loss that I felt that day.
As I crossed the divide between living and dead in that moment of reawakening consciousness I just knew.
Fuck, this was really it.
I would never again see my parents or my boyfriend. I would never wear my wedding dress or feel my child stir inside me. It was all over.
An additional pang somewhere where my intuition lingered whispered to me over and over that this unspeakable act would happen again.
I floated in and out of being - somewhere between something and nothingness, trapped in the place my life had been taken from me.
But I wasn't alone.
We are never alone.
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Nevermore
ParanormalWhat if you were dead? Forced to haunt the place you died until you resolve unfinished business Except ... you're not alone. Because the living can haunt the dead too Only, now the hunted are the hunters And you can bet there will be hell to pay
