Re-Written

Faith threw a rock at her brother, missing terribly. He ducked out of the way and it hit a tree behind him. " Is someone jealous?"

Faith narrowed her eyes at Isaac. " Of you? No way."

Isaac rolled his eyes and got to his feet. He brushed the dirt and leaves off of him before pulling his sister to her feet, too.

Faith asked, " Where are we going?"

" Home. Some of us like all ten hours of sleep."

" I don't want to go home." Faith shuddered at the fact of knowing her father was home.

Isaac frowned. He knew that Faith was a good kid. Straight As. Never got in trouble at school. But that didn't stop their father from punishing her.

If he found one spec of dust anywhere, that was enough for a severe beating.

Isaac took his sister's hand and lead her onto the path that would lead them out of the woods and back to their house.

Faith trailed wordlessly behind him, thinking of her first day of high school in a few days. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a growl. Confused, she glanced around her.

Nothing.

Isaac had stopped walking, staring straight ahead.

" What is..." Faith let her sentence trail off as she saw a big, black beast blocking their path. What caught her attention was the blood red eyes it had. Faith tugged on Isaac's arm, but he didn't move. " Isaac, come on!" Faith whisper-shouted.

As if finally snapping out of a trance, Isaac quickly turned around and started running, dragging Faith behind him as she tried to keep up.

Faith looked behind her and screamed as the beast jumped on her, bringing her to the ground. Isaac tumbled forward.

She kicked and screamed as the beast bit into her leg and started dragging her back into the woods. She clawed at the dirt covered earth.

Isaac turned around just in time to see his sister disappear into the shadows. He chased after her screams until they suddenly stopped.

Isaac continued on, lurching forward as he tripped over something. Enough light from the moon allowed him to see Faith's limp body.

She was on her back looking up at the full moon. Her eyes were open wide. Her throat was slashed.

Isaac let out a sob as he reached forward and pulled his sister into his arms. He rocked them both in forth and silently cried into her hair.

Faith opened one eye as she slowly raised up. She looked around her and realized she was in the woods.

She popped another eye open and her eyes widened. A hand lifted up to move a finger across her throat.

She was supposed to he dead.

So why the hell was she alive?

Faith let her eyes roam over herself slowly.

The pant legs of the jeans she was wearing were shredded and bloody, but she was completely unharmed. As if her wounds had healed.

She swung her legs over the big fat tree stump she had been lying on and slowly sunk to her feet.

As soon as she hit the ground, her legs gave out and she fell forward.

Faith groaned and muttered, " Typical. I can't freaking walk."

' Well, that might be a side effect of dying, idiot,' a voice in her head replied.

" Oh, shut up." Faith snapped, pulling herself to her feet again.

' You're telling yourself to shut? Boy, mom would sure be proud of you. If only she could see you now. Oh wait, she's dead. Ya know? Like you're suppose to be!'

Faith ignored herself and made a shaky step forward. When she felt herself tilting, she scrambled forward and used a tree to support her.

" Now I just have to find my way home."

Faith stood on her porch, fist up, ready to knock on the door. But then she stopped.

She took a step back. How would Isaac react?

What if Isaac was dead?

She didn't see his body on her way home.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and was lifting her hand to knock again when a male voice behind her said, " You look like shit."

She turned around to see the one and only Jackson Whittemore.

He had lived across the street from her forever. He never noticed her. That didn't stop Faith from crushing on him, though.

Realizing what he said, she rolled her eyes. " Thanks, Sherlock."

" You knew you looked like crap?"

" I did just spend a night in the woods." Truth was, she didn't know how long she had supposedly been dead. " I'm sorry if I forgot to bring a freakin' hair brush with me. And I'm sorry for not giving a damn about what the hell you think." she hissed.

Jackson's brows shot up in surprise that anyone would talk to him like that, but he couldn't help but smirk. The girl was cute. He and Lydia agreed to have an open relationship. If a girl like her just so happened to be right in front of him, why would he give up an opportunity like that to flirt? Maybe even get her number?

" What's your name?" he asked.

" You should know this." Faith turned her back to him and raised her fist to knock.

" Have we met before?"

She pulled her hand away from the door and slowly turned back to him. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were narrowed. " Did you really just ask me that?"

Jackson simply nodded.

" Well, let's see. We've been going to the same school since kindergarten. We have, so far, had all the same classes together. And I've lived across the street from you since for freakin' ever." Faith crossed her arms over her chest. " You've never noticed me before. Why the hell are you speaking to me now?"

Jackson shrugged and took a step back. " I have to get to school. I'll see you later girl I don't know the name of."

She sighed. " It's Faith."

Jackson nodded at her. " I'll see you at school, Faith."

When Jackson pulled out of his driveway and drove off, Faith turned back to the door.

It opened and behind the threshold stood a wide eyed Isaac. " Can I help you?"

" You could tell me where to find my brother. His name is Isaac Lahey."

Isaac looked at Faith closely before his jaw dropped. " N-Not again." he whispered to himself.

Isaac put his hands to his head and stumbled back. He kept repeating, " It's all in my head."

" Isaac." Faith stepped through the door. " It's me."

" You're not real!"

Faith racked her brain for something to say. A thought hit her. " Count your fingers."

" W-What?" He started gasping for air.

" Count your fingers. If it's a dream you have an extra finger. Remember? That's what-"

" -Camden always use to say." Isaac stared down at his fingers, presumably counting them. He looked back up in shock. " But then how..."

" Am I alive?"

" Why...This is crazy."

Faith stepped forward and threw her arms around her brother's neck.

Isaac held her back tightly.