Unknown POV.
Life is hard and unforgiving but death is peaceful and bliss. All my life I've been told that there's nothing more forfilling and more welcoming than death. I wish I could say that about me. I've seen and faced death time and time again. I've died several and yet I don't find peace. Even when at my birth, death was there. When my mother was taken from me by the bullet that was meant for my dad, and when I was taken from them and was thrown into the dark abess. When I re-opened my eyes, the sky was green and pieces of broken purple rock was floating all around. It wasn't heaven or hell. It was the place were spirits go. I thought I was dead but at my 14th year of age, I found out otherwise. Only half of me was dead, but the other, was alive.
Now I'm sitting here in the SUV, waiting to see my so called new family, the Fentons. I had been locked in a cage for most of my life and had been abused and experimented on. I didn't know what to expect from them. All I knew is that they had 2 kids and they were ghost hunters. Some life. My played with my long black hair as I waited for the lady from social services to open the door. My crystal blue eyes were dull and bleek, while the rest of my body was thin and pale. When she finally opened the door, I turn and looked at the 2 people standing infront of me. One was a large man who wore a orange hazmat suit. Even if he was huge, his eyes were kind and had a smile on his face. The other was a women with short brown hair and her eyes were just like the mans was. She also wore a hazmat suit but hers was blue. "Its okay Diana, we'll keep you safe." I heard the women say. She held out her hand. I looked at her, "Promise?" I asked. She nodded. "We promise. Were your family now." I nodded and took her hand. That's when my life had started again.