The shy light shining from the crack, was like two Suns showering me with their empowering brightness. Inside, there were three rooms, which supposedly would be chosen by the object in front of them.
In the first room, my brother was teaching our adopted brother, Sid, how to drive. And when I say 'our',i most definitely don't mean my parents'. In the second room, I see mom, dad and Arian with all my other brothers, having dinner together. And the third room pictured my dad as being strong, not pale and full of energy.
I can see all of them, but I need a strategy. As I have already defied the system, there's no more object I can choose for a certain room, so all I can do is kick and punch until the hole is big enough for me to fit through. Great. Well at least it's refreshing to see that all that cartel training was good for something. Chris would be proud.
After what felt like a few hours I had made a hole big enough to fit my head, but most definitely not my 176 cm body. I realised that even dead people needed breaks, so I sat down and leaned against the wall. As I mentioned before, hitting and punching reminded me of Chris.
Christian Michael Adams. The guy who stole my heart and had my love until I died. He was Carter Adams' brother, the same Carter who threatened my family and kidnapped my ex-boyfriend, Damian. And whom I... never mind. Chris was so different, so real, so honest. I only now realise how much I actually miss him.
I don't remember how I died yet, but I'm pretty sure that if I was murdered, I'm really sorry for the one who did it. Chris would hunt him down and make him pay at any cost. Which is another thing I love about him, he would've never let anything happen to me, so I wonder what changed.
Suddenly a memory hit me.
The breeze of the ocean soothed us with its coolness. It was a beautiful morning and the dusk was already starting to display its rosey orange nuances. Me and Chris had been up all night, walking, talking, just being in each other's presence. I felt so guilty for being there with him, when my boyfriend was held captive by his brother. I couldn't help myself.
Chris was looking at me with such a gaze that I've never seen before. It was like he had no emotions, and still he was right here, with me, probably not even knowing why.
I didn't let him see how much I cared for him, or so I thought. I tried to distract myself by looking at the soft waves of the ocean, or at the beautiful colours reflecting on its surface.
" What are you thinking about?" Chris asked sitting on the sand and motioning for me to do the same. I sat down next to him.
"Not much, I'm just trying to figure out a way to survive." I said reaching the cold water with my bare feet. I was being honest, after his brother's ultimatum it was hard not to think about that.
"From what I see, you're stronger than you think. You're kind of like the pearls. They are fragile and shiny on the outside, but tough on the inside. They are also very precious, and rather rare." his words surprised me, but I couldn't do much apart from blushing.
"Thank you." I mumbled standing up and brushing the sand off my body. "I think we should get going, I need to get home before my family wakes up and realises I'm not there." I added walking silently beside him to his car.
We never talked about the scene, but he started calling me Pearl, and I used to blush almost every time. I don't know what sudden wave of sentimentality has hit him that morning, but I dont think I ever heard him speak like that before it. I suppose that was the moment when I started to fall in love.
A wide smile spread across my face. He used to be my happiness, and I cant help but think that if he was here, it would have been so much easier. He somehow always knows what needs to be done. And at the moment, I knew too, I knew I had to look through that hole again and continue breaking down the wall.
I was about to apply another kick when suddenly the change of sight stopped me in my tracks. Instead of the three rooms I previously saw, there appeared a beautiful beach, at sunrise, and him.
His dark brown hair,always messy, but stylish. His beautiful brown eyes were reflecting some of the Sun light. His feet were bare, but he was wearing black jeans and a black V neck T-shirt. He also had his silver necklace in the shape of an arrow and his black leather jacket and shoes in his hand. His right hand was still decorated with a silver ring in the shape of a lion head. I always found male accessories incredibly sexy. He stood there as if watching me through that whole and I felt the pit in my stomach. I wanted to cry. Or run to him, or both.
But my more rational side stopped me. He wasn't real. He was just another illusion. But even so, I did feel a spark of accomplishment. I changed the rooms without even entering them. I broke the wall and I was starting to feel at least a tiny bit more in control.
I don't know if I cared that this Chris was an illusion. The crazy side of me thought that my love would bring him to me no matter where I was. It's stupid if you think about it, but it was the only cheerful thought I could hold on to.
I didn't know how long it would take to break the wall. I didn't know if his arms around me would feel the same, but one thing I knew for sure. I beat the system, at least for this round. And I'd like to think that right now, it's them against me, and I stand a chance.
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Paranormal" They told you life after death is eternal peace? They lied. Remember what I was told in my first dead day: 'You were not prepared for life. Who said you'll be prepared for death?'. " Ariana James had a complicated life (which can be seen in 'Befor...
