27 January 2013
(please read part one -my first post- before reading this :) hopefully I'll load the first chapter soon :) love R )
Prologue (part two of two) - The girl in the cafe
"We're basically deaths workers." "What does this job entail?" I said watching my tea, my finger tracing the rim of the cup. "It means we get a folder." "Like you got with me?" I looked up at Adam who gave a small nod. "In the folder is a whole bunch of information about a person or in some cases people." "These people are going to die?" "Yes." "How?" Though I already knew the answer. "We're in the revenge department." Okay... So maybe I was wrong. "And no, you weren't a revenge killing." "Revenge?" "Yep. Say a woman is banging her BBFs husband and the BBF finds out, well, you can imagine she would be pissed, so instead of doing the smart thing and getting a divorce, she buys a gun, walks in on the two of them doing it and kills them both." Adam said, and I could tell from his voice that this was a true story. "That's horrible." I whispered, but the truth is, it wasn't, not compaired to other things. "It happens more often than you would think." said Damon sadly "our job is to go and collect the souls, sending them on their way to the next, well whatever you want to call it." "So why don't we move on?" "Because of the way you died, the way you lived your life, no one can really know, we were just given your folder in a red binding meaning you were to join us." "What if I don't want to." "You don't really get a choice." Damon sighed watching me closely. I looked up at him, I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. That was when I noticed it, the look of guilt, and utter sadness mirrors in Adam, and it clicked, "Im the youngest you've every taken aren't I?!" Adam gave another small nod. "We mainly deal with upset wives and husbands; we've never really had to take a teenager." "Oh." I whispered looking back out over the forest that lined the small road. "Your death-" "Don't." "Ella, you need to talk about it." said Adam softly. "Why? What will it change?" "It might help you cope." "Cope?! How the fuck am I suppose to cope?" "Ella-" "No, don't try and relate and tell me everything's going to be okay because it's not, it's never going to be okay, so I'm just going to take my death and place it in a box and bury it in the back of my mind like my body is somewhere in those woods." That shut them up, I was angry, well damn right I should be! So why did I feel so guilty? 'They were only trying to help baby girl.' whispered my mother voice in the back of my mind. A memory, that's all I would have now. "Sorry." I said my voice so soft I wondered if they had heard me "It's okay little one." The nickname pulled at my heartstrings slightly and I found myself warming up to him, Even if he was old-fashioned. "You don't hit her when she swears." Mumbled Adam winking at me as Damon swatted him with the newspaper. I couldn't help it, a small smile pulled at my lips. If I was looking on the bright side I suppose there were worse people to spend the afterlife with, although saying that, I haven't met Harper or Bradley. "So what happens now? Do I go home? Back to England?" "You're a long way from home aren't you?" "School trip, it was suppose to be a fun holiday." And it had been. I looked out of the window, looking into the dens forest, we were somewhere near Williston Lake where my school had gone on a 'be one with the wildness' trip. It was suppose to be two weeks of organised fun activities, camp fires, roasting marshmallows, sleeping in wooden cabins, all of that stuff you see in the movies, except this one had turned into a horror. What would they think? My friends? How long would it be till they noticed I was missing? What would happen then? And what would he do? The thought made me physically sick. "I want to go home." "You can't" Sighed Damon "at least, not back to England; you've got to come with us." "And that's where?" "Washington DC" "No way." "Way." "Like where the president lives?" "Yep." "I've never been." "I know." "I'd rather go home." "I know," I'd never really had any desire to go to Washington or even America, it was what my parents wanted me to do, to travel, see the world. Oh boy was this trip going to come round and bite them in the arse. "I'm never going to see my parents again am I?" "No." Damon said softly I saw his hand twitch and I knew he wanted to comfort me, to do something, that made feel even worse. "What will happen here? Now that I'm..." I couldn't say it out loud, it was childish really, that maybe if I didn't say it, it wouldn't be true. "Well, you'll be MIA for a while, then when they realise you're missing they'll send out a search party." "And when they find nothing?" "You don't need to worry about that." "It's my body, it's me out there! Please." "There's a small chance they'll find you, but it's not likely." "Oh." It's all I could say. "So he gets away with it." I don't know why I said it, or even thought it, I just did, somehow that's what annoyed me the most, that a monster like him will get away with what he did, that he gets to live another day, no, it was fair. "Can't you do something?" I cried, he couldn't just get away, he couldn't! "We don't meddle with the living Ella, you are just going to have to learn to let go of this anger-" "Easy for you to say-" "No. It most certainly is not easy for me to say, but you are right, it is different for you than it was for any of us, you're just going to have to have faith that he will get what he deserves." "But he won't will he?" Damon looked at me for a long second, studying, examining me, and for a delusional moment I could have sworn I sore pride flicker over his eyes before it disappeared into utter sadness. "No, he probably won't, but you must have faith." "I've never really had faith." I said simply before looking back out at the forest, Somewhere out there under the stars was my dead body, cold and lifeless now, hidden somewhere beneath the earth, in a shallow gave. Somewhere in the forest, under the stars in a shallow gave was my old life as a typical teenage girl, a girl who had dreams of being a doctor, who wanted to get married and have a family, who loved nearly everything. Somewhere out there was a girl who never truly lived. Now she'll never get the chance to.
On The Other Side • Opuss № I