Chapter Eleven

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Leo

I feel a presence. Not like a ghost, in the literal sense. But like a ghost from your past. Like a certain someone that I tried to forget a long, long, time ago.

My eyes fly open and I literally almost stab Will.

"Jesus FUCKING CHRIST! LEO!" Will looks scared as shit.

"Will.. It's only you. Sorry bro." I get off of him. I had tackled him.

"Leo! Holy shit! We all thought..!"

"I was gonna die? Nah. Sorry, you can't get rid of me that easy." I joke. But inside I'm freaking out. I'm not dead. But I still hurt. I stumble.

"God, man. You're okay.." Will starts crying.

"Get a grip. I can't get a rep." I smile at him. I still fell that presence.

"How..? What..?" He tries to find the words for my miraculous wake-up.

"I just got a feeling, to be honest. Now, where are my friends?"

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