When I awoke, it was bright. The light was warm, yet it felt ice cold as it sank into my body and moved throughout my veins. It's a familiar feeling. I feel empty.

"What are you doing back here?" The boy asked. I never did get his name. It's the boy from the Middle. I saw him last time I died. But… wasn't the last time I died a dream? Does that mean the dream was real? I sat up. A piercing pain exploded in my heart. I gasped. Last time I died it didn't hurt though…

"I asked you a question! Are you the girl who was here before?" His voice sounded odd, almost desperate.

"I… I don't know." I answered softly.

"I thought you were all an illusion. I told myself it just wasn't possible… no one has ever been rejected by both Heaven and Hell."

I didn't speak. I can't believe I died… I can't believe Alexander killed me…

"But you were here before, right?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah… I'm pretty sure I was."

He smiled. "Good to know I'm not going crazy."

I tried to smile back, but it was weak. "Last time I don't think I got your name."

"It's James. James Hetwell."

"I'm Tayla. Tayla Earst." I smiled a real smile and he returned it.

"So what happened this time, or is it too soon?"

"Well… my boyfriend was a shape shifter. He lost his temper when I broke up with him and…"

"He ripped you to pieces?"

I gave a bitter smile. "Not exactly… he chased me into the woods and this guy I kind of like was there. His name is Jake and he's a Saugner. Alexander, my boyfriend, really hates Jake. He tried to stake him and I kind of got in the way trying to protect Jake and you know-" I pulled my shirt down slightly to show my gaping wound that took the place where my heart should have been.

"Whoa. That's like… hardcore."

I laughed at his reaction. Did he really just say hardcore?

He started laughing with me and it felt nice to share a laugh, especially a genuine one, with someone other than Alexander.

"So how was it? Going back to earth I mean."

"Well… I guess you could say it was," insert smile here, "Hardcore."

He chuckled and smiled. "I should've expected that."

"Well I should be disappearing any moment now. Is there anything you'd like to say to me before I go?"

His expression turned serious. "Well… I…" He looked down and shook his head. "Never mind. It's not likely."

"What is it?" I asked. What's he holding back?


I felt a warm light boiling up inside of me and I started to disappear. "Tell me next time!" I yelled before I completely vanished.

~On earth apparently~

I opened my eyes to a white room. A hospital? I don't see any doctors. It took me a little while to realize someone was sitting next to me. I looked over, my neck felt stiff and I winced slightly.

"Feeling better?" Jake asked, his signature smirk spreading across his face.

I nodded. "Did I die?"

Jake nodded. "But you came back almost immediately; you've been unconscious for two days."

"But James told me that when you die it takes a year for your soul and unsubstantial body to transfer over."


"Just someone I met in the Middle."

He nodded. "Well anyway what's normally true but not in your case. You're special." He smiled slightly.

"Hmm." I leaned back.

"Oh and, by the way, Alexander won't be coming near you anytime soon. He was… put away for a while."

"Stop with the crappy euphemisms."

He smiled again. "Now that's the Tayla I know and love."

I laughed quietly.

The door opened and a younger man sauntered in. He looked to be a doctor, but I couldn't be sure. He wasn't exactly dressed in the 'normal doctor' way. He did have on a white coat, but underneath he wore a black tee that was tight against his molded chest; his muscles weren't near as large as Jakes though, which I might mention are quite large.

I blushed slightly at that thought.

"So Ms.…" The doctor checked his papers, "Earst… how are you feeling?"

I thought a second. "Honestly I feel pretty crappy."

"Well I guess dying does that to you. Not that I would know." He seemed to be trying to joke with me a little.

I turned to Jake, "Uh, I have to ask you something." I said and gestured for him to lean down.

He did. His expression was confused. "What?"

"Are we still in the supernatural world?" I whispered in his ear.

He nodded. "So if you have any questions, you can ask him." He gestured to the doctor.

I turned back to the doctor. "So," I started, "how lame is it that I died from being stabbed by a freaking stick?"

The doctor smiled. "I don't know about lame, but it's certainly not common."

I nodded slightly.

"Well if you need anything just press that button above your head and a nurse will come almost immediately." And with that he walked out the door.

"Well that was definitely a thorough examination." Jake said sarcastically.

I smiled. "Hey, can you hand me that remote?" I asked and pointed to the small black control that was on a table pushed in the corner. He nodded and passed it to me.

I clicked the TV on and absently minded watched the news. Since when did the Supernatural world get a news channel? Or TVs? My thoughts stopped when I heard what they were saying.

"The Supernatural world is in chaos. If we don't act fast and restore order with the pre-chosen ruler, it will surely lead to our demise." A middle-aged woman said.

It showed videos of crying children; supernatural children of course, some varied in color, size, and even shape. It showed starving civilians and crowded hospitals. And then, most shocking and nerve-racking of all, the very last picture it showed was of… you guessed it, moi.