Bring Me Back..

Chapter six

They prepared me to take me to the other world where I had once lived. They blindfolded me and sprinkled some type of powder all over me, and then I went to sleep.

I woke up from someone shaking me.

"Get up. Or I'll send you right back"

I immediately did what I was told. They then took my blindfold off and I looked around. This place is beautiful. Why did I have to leave it? The other five of the beautiful dead were looking around. They were just as astonished as I was.

The leader of us started explaining things to us. We can be seen, and we can be heard. But if it's on purpose that you're caught, you immediately get sent back to hell. With no second chance. They don't even judge you. You are just stuck there for eternity.

We were allowed to search on our own. To try and pick up the missing pieces that we needed to solve our puzzles. I went off and roamed around the streets trying to look for answers. Nothing rang a bell, until I saw this guy. He had a perfect face, and I recognized it. But I didn't know his name.

I followed him. I hid as best as I could. He was able to tell that something was watching him. He would stop sometimes and look back on my direction. But he would just shake his head and turn back around.

Can someone please tell me who this person is, and why I'm so attracted to him? Did we have a bond or something on this world? I guess it wasn't a strong one considering I don't even know his name. Or if that is even a boy. Sometimes you never know. You can't tell just by the looks from outside of their clothes. And I don't want to find out from anything else. So I guess I'll just have to wait.

This person is walking to a house. Other people are coming out. They're... Crying? Why? I got closer to the house to listen.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye." That one person said in a deep voice. That's a boy. This lady walked up to him and hugged him. She cried and patted his back saying that she knew.

"We have to go to the crime scene to identify her body.." The lady said.

A little boy came out, about two or three years old. He was sucking on his thumb and had a blue blanket with a bear in his hand. He took his thumb away from his mouth, and spoke.

"I miss Mia...." The little guy said the name that I had before I got this stupid number tattooed on my wrist. A tear rolled down his cheek. The lady picked him up and cradled him in her arms. She excused herself from the group and took him inside. I'm sure if I had a beating heart right now, I'd break down crying with him..