How I Died

Chapter 3: School of The Cursed

" Do you have any idea how worried I was. I called the police! Where were you? Was there not a phone?" Lucy ranted, pacing back and forth, as I was sitting in a chair. " I was walking because my car wouldn't start, I hit my head on the pavement. Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital this morning." I tried calming her down, easing up, walking to her.

" Who's clothes are those?" " Mine." I quickly lied, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, like I do everytime I lie. She quickly let out a huge breath, running her hands along her face. " I'm sorry, Liabell, you just scared me. I was even about to call your parents--" " They are not, my parents." I hissed, feeling my eyes water up. She looked pitying, heading to the fridge.

She pulled out a bottle of wine, and I got two glasses. Whenever we brought up my parents, we both polished of a bottle of wine. The rest of the night was spent in laughter, before we both headed to bed, for a much needed nights rest.

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I pulled my hair into a bun, hurrying up to the front door, of the huge, two story, building. I tugged on my work dress, it was black and I still have my nametag on. I always put a fake name on mine, different everyday, just for the fun of it. Earth opened the door, a bright smile plastering her face. " Hey Lia!" I giggled at her, stepping through the door way. " Hey Earth, where is Theresa? I thought I was going to learn more about this stuff?" Earth grabbed the crook of my elbow, leading me to the library.

" Well, we all have nothing to do anyway, so Elliot and I are going to help with the teaching. We don't usually talk to humans, and it's hard to find good zombie company." " Why don't you talk to humans?" She looked down, opening the large doors. " We are immortal. It's never good to get attached." I just nodded in agreement, upon seeing Elliot holding a book in front of the fireplace.

" Sorry I'm so late guys, I had work until five." " It's quite alright dear, we understand." Theresa spoke, drinking a cup of liquid. I walked over to Elliot, plucking the book from his hand. " Phantom of the Opera?" I puzzled, watching his smirking face. " I can comprehend words, you know. It's a good book." I gawked at him, astounded that we have the same taste.

" If I am the Phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I can be saved, it is because your love redeems me." I quoted, taking a seat next to him. " You've read it." He stated, not looking up from his book. " Many times." I agreed, watching Theresa as she glided over to us, taking a seat across from me, as Earth slid in next to Elliot and I.

" I understand you must have many questions, Liabell. Feel free to ask anything you like, but be warned you may not like the answers." Theresa cautioned, swooping her hair behind her head. " If you guys don't want to be immortal, can't you just, I don't know..."I Trailed picking at my dress hem. " Were can't commit suicide, we would just be hurting ourselves. Say if I shot myself, I'd have a whole in my head for eternity. Not to mention the pain. Our bodies may die, but it would just regenerate during the full moon." Elliot explained, still staring intently at the novel.

" Okay, if as you say, zombies are real, are vampires and werewolves?" Theresa pondered this for a moment, sipping her drink. " I suppose in a way. Witch's have many tricks up their sleeves, not just us." I rolled this information around in my head, trying to slowly, process. " Have you ever met another? Zombie I mean." Earth chuckled at that, humorlessly, might I add.

Elliot just let out a growl, getting a silencing look from Theresa. " Unfortunately, yes. Not all cursed are like us, some kill for the thrill of it. Some don't even have common sense." I shuddered at the idea of the monsters roaming our streets, mindlessly killing others. Until I realised I was in a room with three of them, and if I wasn't scared now, I shouldn't ever be. Wow, I guess I just acknowledged the existence of Zombies. What has the world come to.