THE SCHOOL THAT WAS ONCE A CEMETERYFear.It is that fear you feel of what you don't know, of what may or may not be real. Fear often saves your life, but other times it prevents you from living. In this case we are talking about a somewhat real fear. Since I have been here in limbo, I have not seriously thought about it.I am dead.I am trapped between the living and the dead.I see dead people who passed away many years ago.But I have realized many things and regret things I did or didn't do in life. There are more important things than worrying about what I'm going to wear today or they are sure to talk bad about me. That's not worth anything, it's not worth wasting time like that. There are more important things like love, being brave, facing fears, saying what you feel, being yourself. These are difficult things but they are the main thing.-Sam! -I turn to my left, I see Brandon coming with flashlights and such. I was sitting in front of my house, looking at the neighborhood ki
REMEMBER ME EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER-What are you doing here? -I spat. It couldn't be that wherever we went he was there. And now I think it's not a coincidence. I rather think he is following us.-This is... my job," he said. He was wearing a black cap that prevented me from seeing his face completely, more than it was half dark," the question here will be: what are you doing here? Sam, you're out of your place of death. As are you, Brandon.-We're not afraid of you," Brandon says, stepping in front of me like a shield.-Well, you should be, kid," the guy faces him. I'm feeling a little scared now.-Stop it! -I get between the two of them, "What's your name? -I turn to the guy, "Look, I don't know who you are or what you want from us, but we're here because I need answers about me, about what happened to me. That's all. We are not hurting anyone, can you let us work? -I told him as calmly as possible.-I know that very well," he folded his arms.-Then what do you want fr
ARE THERE SUCH THINGS AS SOUL MATES? IF THEY ARE NOT HAPPY IN ONE LIFE, THEY TRY TO BE HAPPY IN ANOTHER ONE.When I arrive in front of my house, I stand in front of it for a moment looking at it. I was hoping Jay was in my room, I was hoping to lie down next to him, to feel him close. I wanted to go back to him. But now I knew I had a purpose here. I can't do it though, I don't want to be a soul releaser because I don't feel capable. Besides, being a soul releaser means being here forever and not living again. Is that my answer? I won't live? I hope I am wrong because if so I will be devastated forever, for all eternity.I went to my house and walked through the door. I haven't seen mom for days, why isn't she coming? I walk up the stairs and stop in front of my bedroom door will Jay still be here? If not I will have to go to his house as I had said today. I would go with Jay, at least I would see him and feel him a little closer.When I walk through the door Jay is not there. He's no
EVIL ALWAYS PREYS ON THE FAINTEST OF HEARTAs I run out of the bathroom and into Jay's room, my heart is pounding.... Did I say heart? I put my hand on my chest and felt my heart pounding. That scared me. It was all so long and so strange that I didn't think about anything else. I needed answers fast. I needed to get out of here. I calmed down a little as I slowly paced Jay's room. I had never been in here before, I had an idea of more or less what it was like from pictures he sent me sometimes.I noticed that on a nightstand there were two books. One said A Thousand Times Till Forever and the other was How to Disappear. They were the books I had given to Jay. Next to the books was a bracelet. I had also given it to him. It made me feel at ease to see that Jay is always looking for ways to be close to me or at least feel me. In a corner, next to a window was his bed and on top of it was my boyfriend. He was sleeping. He had his breathing slow. He looked peaceful like that.I walked ov
THE SEA IS AS IMMENSE AS THE LOVE WE FEEL FOR EACH OTHER"Come. Take me from the pain, it's dark and I don't hear your voice. I just want to breathe, the night is going to kill me."-Kudai -Take me.-If I were alive I would bring my cell phone and take pictures of all this paradise.-If I were alive I would enjoy touching the sand, feeling the sea water, feeling the sun on my skin.I looked at Brandon.-Sometimes you're corny.What he had said had sounded so poetic to me.-When I grew up I wanted to be a writer," he says.-Why when I grew up? There are many teenagers who write at your age. And they are very good.We were lying on the sand, under a tree, while watching people come and go. It was a nice day. I didn't feel so much sadness in my heart today. And that was a good sign.-I know, but it does me no good to regret now the things I didn't do when I was alive," he commented.-I know. Now we're just left with the what-ifs.-Why don't you like cloudy days? -he asks me.-I don't kno
THE SUN LIGHTS YOUR WAY-How do you feel? -I asked Sol. It was getting dark, the sun had set a while ago. The waves of the sea could be heard in the distance. The tide had gone out a little. The moonlight was shining on us, the night was blue. Sitting on the sand, Brandon, Sol and I were silent.-I don't even know what I feel," he replied, his voice now muffled. It wasn't like the Sol of a few hours ago: so lively and cheerful.When Sol looked at her dead body in the sand she was static and speechless so we sat under a tree in the sand and let her calm down. The people left, Sol's body was taken away and her mom left too. The beach was empty. I could still hear Sol's screams as she was drowning in the sea. They were echoes that remained in my mind.Sol had spent the whole time silent, saying nothing, thinking, suffering inside. While she was speechless, Brandon took the opportunity to tell her what was happening to her just now. But she didn't react, she just listened, expressionless.
EVEN IN THE AFTERLIFE, AND THOUGH A THOUSAND LIVES MAY PASS, I WILL LOOK FOR YOU."In another life, I'd be your girl." -Are you all right? -Sol approaches me. I was still in the kitchen and for a moment I had forgotten that Sol was still here. I was thinking about Brandon and what he will do that I didn't remember anyone else.-Yeah, I was just thinking about some things," I replied.-I couldn't help but overhear what you talked about with Brandon, I don't know, I think my ears were just sharpened from being here. I swear I didn't move from the couch.-Don't worry, don't worry," I smiled at her.-If you want an opinion, I think what that Charles guy did was a little selfish.-That's what Brandon told me.-It's obvious that Charles is in love with you," he said.I looked at her funny.-No," I laughed, "that can't be. He barely knows me.-Now that I'm here, in limbo, nothing seems impossible to me. Do you believe in past lives?I frowned.-I don't know, why?-I believe in those thin
I HAVE FOLLOWED YOU FOR SEVERAL LIFETIMES AND I WILL FOLLOW YOU FOREVER. I was a little confused. I didn't understand what was going on or why there was a newspaper from many years ago with a picture identical to me and one identical to Jay. It was him. The picture was barely visible but it was him, it was us, there was no doubt about it. It felt special to know that, if it were true, Jay and I would meet again. It means we belong together.Isn't that romantic?I picked up the paper and slowly sat down on the couch without taking my eyes off the sheet of paper. There were so many things I was beginning to think about, so many doubts now, many more than I had before. I realized that everything was connected, that maybe I had to come here for something, to do something or to know something. Jay and I were married in another life, what happened to us?-You need to read this, Sam," Brandon says, handing me another piece of newsprint.I take it and read it:Newlyweds die in tragic acciden
As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground."She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more."I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging."Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the
Despite the fact that things with Jorge didn't end the way I would have enjoyed and his response to our separation wasn't amazing, I don't feel like I suspected it would, tragic and like the most terrible individual on the planet, however I do feel liberated and amazingly convinced that I can get everything I propose, for example, find what The place is, bringI open my eyes.The sky is clear, the sun is at its highest point, the birds fly freely and sing loudly. It's a great and nice day.I lower my gaze and a feeling of disorder dominates me from head to toe.I'm in the suburbs, standing square in the middle of the road. The houses next to me are nice, excellent, most are single story and all have a front terrace with new, green grass, there are also a lot of green trees that give ample shade.A few meters in front of me is a sign to read carefully: — 35 annual festivals in the area. Day of the place. Saturday at 4 pm,—and it hangs high when held from the corners by ropes that were
He hasn't been in the bathroom long, which is why I'm surprised to see Jorge pacing around and around like a confined lion in the forlorn hallway overflowing with storage spaces and lack of lighting.“Hello,” he lets out as a greeting right now, the latrine entrance closing behind me, hugging the journal bound in dark cowhide with one hand against my chest, while with the other I hold the currently empty glass of squeezed orange, I have no idea why I haven't ruled it out yet. Likewise, I have no idea why I took the book with me, I could have passed it on to the ladies to deal with.Jorge plugs evaporate and takes a look at me. He expresses a calm greeting, returning my greeting and closing the distance that isolates him from me with a solitary step."Mac let me know you'd be in the library, however I went there and the young ladies let me know you came to the bathroom," he lights me up in the center regarding a smile, keeping his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. . I hope you don
"Just remember this: The place." They should track down The place.“Melido, they're coming.” “We have to go,” Juana informs out of nowhere, her voice sounding a bit far away.So at that moment, there is only static."Juana... Juana!"With a lot in my throat, I allow Mac to hold the amp up to the radio and call out to the young woman he cherishes to no end. In the meantime, I silently guarantee that, whatever it is and whatever it costs, I will track down the place. I will effectively recover Melido and Juana.About an hour after our extremely short conversation with Juana and Melido over the radio in the Jeep, my brother and I got into my vehicle with mixed feelings. From one perspective, we're happy to say they exist, amplified by the open door we needed to converse with them; on the other hand, we are miserable for not having had more opportunity to hear their voices, for how last the second one was, and, moreover, we are confused by Melido's request, by the unexpected end of our vi
The lump in my throat that I was able to get rid of about thirty minutes ago, after crying on my brother's shoulder until I got a nagging migraine, returns the instant those words reach my ears."I thought they didn't think it was real." Little museum, my voice breaking a bit."We know you didn't do very well with the Victor," Lara mentions, approaching us with her arms crossed at chest level, "but we found some things in the trunk and..." We believe you.-What did you find? - I ask curious.Roman, Linda, and Lara share a hesitant look before responding.—Your white vans.—"The supernatural season you couldn't find the other day," his girlfriend's blonde seconds.—A couple of your dog's toys... —And another bra—, concludes the coyote."Oh," that's all that comes out of my mouth."Plus, there's the fact that Mac found Juana's heirloom," Lara adds in a casual tone.-What? I spat, eyes wide as I landed on top of my brother. You found it? Why did you not tell me? Where did you find it? Wh
She seems somewhat surprised and even offers a short mess-laden look with the lord, however when her eyes land on me again her face has effectively recomposed itself."Maybe you should let Mac drive," he tells me quietly, nimbly avoiding my past investigation.“I am extremely upset for the trouble I caused you,” I feel it in a voice chord with both of them, then, at that moment, I walk out of his house.I walk to my vehicle in an effort not to cause it to be unmistakable how horrible I feel, even though when I stay before Mac, I break down. I feel his arms wrap around me and press me against his body as I turn into an extension of tears. The feeling of depression that packs my spirit makes me cry anxiously, the emptiness in my chest has expanded and prevents me from controlling my screams, the aggravation that my heart feels makes me barely see obviously when Mac helps me into the front seat of my car. vehicle.I expected to find answers when I accompanied the Victor, I totally rememb
“It doesn't work,” male paralyzed."It doesn't make any difference," Linda says softly, contacting my shoulder to comfort me. Maybe the point of that sound was to stand out for us.“Perhaps,” biss, then, at this point, my consideration falls to the werewolf pair. Did they smell?” I request to know, watching them assume a similar articulation with amazing agreement."Indeed," the two react. Mine Roman...—The one with Lara and Linda,— complements the light for my brother.“My God?” “I've never been in this Jeep,” the coyote interjects, sounding very confused.“Neither do I,” the others say practically as one.“Be that as it may, Angel's fragrance is much more ingrained,” Roman adds. "Much more grounded," Mac reaffirms.In fact, I have four eyes on me."There's a bra of mine in the glove compartment," I tell them in a chained voice, looking down to save their appearances from shock or bewilderment. I think this is Melido's Jeep."I thought we were done with that," Lara says in a genuine
"How would you need me to shut up?" "My dearest companion needs me!" she reacts. Line me! Line me! I need to help her! I need to go to Linda!Unexpectedly, the kicks and slaps stop, Justo's keys fall to the ground and after a wheeze he blurs into Gabriel's arms. Run towards them quickly.“Fair?” “Fair?” Gabriel calls out to her anxiously. Castiel barks even more seriously.“What happened?” I ask awkwardly as my eyes carefully scan my sister. His skin has lost tone and his eyes are clear, completely white. What about your eyes?"I have no idea," my partner muses, forcing Justo's body into a higher position in his arms."You have to take him inside," I reveal and he gestures.However, before we can make a solitary development, Justoedith's eyes recover their typical earthy tone and in an anguished blink he arranges, he leaves the arms of his girlfriend and trips over the yellowish grass of our nursery, falling on all fours. The two Gabriel and I in a short time approached him."Hello lo
Sasha planned to approach him, to tell him that they should initially track down his father, but what came out of his mouth was the opposite:"You know fear specialists, right?""So they were successful?" Gerard sounded dazed, however, the behavior everywhere was somewhat true."Let me know," the juvenile tracker ordered. On the off chance that they didn't go her father's way, assuming she was ready to believe he would return safely alone, she needed to have a deep understanding of the specialists and their Machiavellian expectations."It's not what it is, what it was," the old man reproached, trying to sound interested. A beast whose primary goal was to kill. Not really for food, not so much for revenge or any objective drive, just the yearning to end life wherever he is. In addition, he also has a unique interaction with our family, he gladly added.Sasha took a moment to get what she implied. - The monster.-—The monster of Guvaudan, said Gerard, not realizing that his granddaughte