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My eyes slowly drift open, immediately catching a glimpse of Hunter standing over the bed. I slightly jump, letting out a shriek.

He leans his head back and starts laughing, the old familiar sound vibrates through the room. Blinking a few times, I fully sit up on the mattress.

"Good morning to you, too." I sigh and look at him.

"Good morning little sis." His white teeth are on full display as he sits down on the bed. "We have a full day ahead of us. I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where are we going?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Get up and I'll show you." He rolls his eyes before standing up and walking away.

Rising to my feet, I rush out of the bedroom. Grayson and Hunter are standing by the front door, acting as if we're all going on some vacation.

"Morning, Hope." Grayson says while eyeing me up and down.

"Good morning." I flash him a small smile.

"You guys need to see what's happening in the real world. I have to warn you, it isn't pretty." Hunter's serious voice puzzles me.

It was always pretty rare for my brother to get angry or snap an attitude, so when he does I'm caught off guard.

"Do we even want to see it?" Grayson's facial expression drops.

Instead of responding, we are immediately transported to my small bedroom back in Renton. My eyes widen as I look around the quiet area. It feels like I haven't been here in decades.

"My room." I mumble and go straight towards my bay window. God, I miss it so much.

"Our first stop - home." Hunter lets out a sigh.

My black diary is perfectly placed on the seat, and I can't help but let out a breath. I wrote in it every single day, it's an important part of my grieving. I hate not having it with me anymore.

"Why are we here?" I slowly ask, looking across the street to Linda's house.

Before Hunter can answer, I hear a loud scream coming from downstairs. I snap my head to the right, the sound of commotion is ringing through my ears.

"What's going on?" Grayson looks back at my brother.

Ignoring his comment, I rush down the steps and head for the kitchen. My parents are standing in the middle of it. My mother is hysterically crying, my father is holding an angry expression.

"What's happening to them?" I yell while turning to look at Hunter.

"I'm sorry, Hope." He whispers.

"Sorry about what?" Grayson speaks for me.

"No, we can't do that!" My mother's loud and distraught voice shakes the entire house. My eyes widen at the power behind her sobs.

"It's been two weeks of absolutely nothing." My father says while running his hands through his hair.

"We've been here for two weeks?!" I yell while turning back to Hunter.

"No way, it's been, like, two days." Grayson disagrees.

"In the real world, the accident happened two weeks ago." My brother lowly speaks.

Two weeks?! How is that possible. I understand time is slower where we are, but shit. How have we been away for two weeks already?

"She's a fighter, she'll wake up!" My mother covers her mouth with her hand.