Finally I can put this up!

I've in all seriousness never get the time to write as much as I want to for you guys…

But don't worry I'm trying.

Please review and enjoy the story.

Mathew walked of the road towards the woods. It was dark and steamy. The night only light was coming from the street lamps. He stopped at the edge of the woods for a moment and then ventured in.

He was only here to meet up with a friend. She had texted him, asking if they could meet here. They hadn't been able to meet in public anymore. Her boyfriend hated the fact that they were friends, even more did he hate that they were trying to get help.

At first she refused, but now, it was different. Maybe tonight, he thought. Maybe tonight will finally be the night we get away from this place for good. . . together.

He walked for a long time thinking to himself. After a while he wondered how he had gotten so far in the woods. She usually didn't like nature but where else could they meet?

If only he knew, Death himself was watching him the whole time.

He kept walking and then stopped when he heard a twig crack from a little ways off. "Who's there?" He asked. He wasn't used to being the brave one. That was Ryan's job.

Then, shadows had surrounded him. "Hey Mat, how's it going?" That was a familiar voice. It was her boyfriend. He knew he was in trouble now.

"W-w-wh-where is s-she?" He stuttered.

He laughed. "You won't be seeing her for a long time."

Before he could react, the others jumped him and beat him to the ground. They were quick, swift punches. Mathew was surprised that they were attacking him and not their ringleader.

When they stopped they moved away. He felt bruised everywhere When Mathew looked up he saw him with a gun in his hands pointed straight towards his forhead.

"You should've listened Mat. You should have just stayed away from her."

He pointed the barrel and started to pull the trigger. The last thing Mathew thought about was looking into the barrel and thinking about her. I'm so sorry. . .

Bang!

Eleanor walked into her room and saw the panicked Miles standing the by her bed.

"Miles, what's wrong?'

Miles looked back at her, relieved. "Oh, thank goodness , El. I thought something had happened to you." She walked over to Eleanor and her relief quickly turned to anger. "Eleanor! Why aren't you in bed?"

"I can't stay in bed all the time," she said.

"Tell that to the cancer patients on the ninth floor," she retorted.

Eleanor sighed. "Yeah Miles, your right. I shouldn't complain so much." Eleanor walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Now why don't you tell me why you're so negative today."

"I'm not. I'm just . . . confused."

Miles walked over to the bed and sat down next to Eleanor. "Tell me about it."

Eleanor wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to know, but if it had to be someone, Miles was the perfect person.

"What if I said that I'm seeing things other people can't?"

Miles gasped. "Why? Are you seeing leprechauns?"

Eleanor shook her head. "No, I –"

"Dancing dogs and cats?"

"No-"

"Cows in vending machines," she interrupted again. "Cause I saw that too once."

"No Miles! I'm. . . I'm seeing people who aren't there. And I'm hearing voices that won't stop."

Miles gasp. "That's. . . AWESOME!" She exclaimed.

"No it isn't. And then there's this man in a cloak-"

"Wait I'm confused. Are you saying you've talked to the Grim Reaper? I'm jealous."

"Miles, this isn't a game!" Eleanor yelled. She saw that she hurt her feeling's and sighed. "Let me explain."

Eleanor told Miles everything, from the accident to the hospital experience. Miles listened intently the whole time. Eleanor had do admit talking to Miles really helped. When she was finished, she waited for her reaction.

"Wow Eleanor. I don't know what to say. I mean-"

But she didn't hear Miles. Dizziness came over her and there was a loud ringing in her ear. It took her a minute to realize that it was someone screaming for help. The pain in her head was just as bad as it was the night before, maybe worse.

Eleanor," Mile said, panicked. "Are you alright?"

Eleanor didn't hear. She was forced to focus on the angry screams.

"I'm not dead! I'm Not DEAD! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" Eleanor screamed back.

Miles wasn't sure what to do. She watched her friend, who seemed to be in agonizing pain, scream at no one.

Eleanor tried to shake it off but his cries wouldn't go away. Then all of a sudden it became quiet. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She knew she wasn't where she was supposed to be. It was so dark.

She looked up, surprised to see a gun pointed to her forehead. She couldn't see the man's face but she could see the Cobra tattoos going up his arm.

"You should've listened Mat. You should have just stayed away from her."

Then she saw him start to pull the trigger. The last thing she remembered thinking about was a girl she had never met before.

Then she screamed.

Bang!

(A few days later)

Eleanor stared blankly out the hospital window, enjoying the few moments of silence she was getting. Usually, she'd be sitting in her bed, trying to ignore the whispers but they seemed to have let her now, besides the occasional scream or two.

But she couldn't keep her thoughts from drifting back to what had happened a few days earlier.

She sighed. For hours Eleanor had been trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She didn't want to tell the nurses or the doctors cause they might think she was going crazy.

Maybe I am, she thought. Maybe I'm hearing and seeing things because I'm going mad.

Suddenly the door opened. "Guess who," was the loud, happy voice she had known for years.

"Hey, Alvin," she greeted blandly, without even turning to look at him.

"Thanks for the warm welcome," he said sarcastically.

She shrugged. "Sorry. Just not up for that today."

"That doesn't matter, I didn't come here just to say hi," he said, walking to the hospital bed. "So tell me, El, who's the best chipmunk in the whole world?"

She couldn't help but smile at that. "Um, I don't know. Chip?"

"Haha, very funny," he said. "Just for that, I'm not going to give you your gift."

Eleanor got up and walked to the opposite side of the bed to face him. "What did you bring me?" She asked, seeing he was holding something behind his back.

"No, apologize first."

"Fine. I'm sorry," she said. "So what is it?"

He smiled smugly. "Who's the best chipmunk in the world?" He said, unwavering.

Eleanor sighed and crossed her arms over her chest as she rolled her eyes. "I'd say you but then there's me, who saved someone's life."

He shook his head, disappointed. "I'll let you slide with that one, but just this once." He handed her a small giftwrapped box. "But as soon as you get out of the hospital we're going to have to work on your ego."

"Yeah, because my ego is the one that needs adjusting." She opened the box and pulled out a mix tape. "You made me a mix tape?"

He nodded. "From songs sung by yours truly," he said. "And some other I know you like almost as much as me."

She rolled her eyes. "You know Alvin, maybe if you weren't so busy loving yourself, you would have realized I don't have anything to listen to it with."

"Don't be so quick to judge, Ellie," he said. "I thought of that too, so here." He handed her a green portable CD player.

"Alvin," she said, looking at it. "Is this Theodore's?"

He gave her an innocent look. "What makes you think that?"

"Because there's a T.S. on the back of it," she said, pointing it out.

"So what if it is? He shouldn't have left it lying around."

Eleanor rolled her eyes. She should of known he would pull something like this. "It was probably in his 'Alvin keep-away spot," she said.

Alvin blinked at her. "How did you know about that?"

She laughed and sat down on the hospital bed. "He told me about it. Him and Simon both have secret spots where they hide their more important stuff from you."

"I knew Simon had one!"

"Well thanks anyway," she said, putting on the headphones. "Tell Theo I'll give it back to him next time I see him."

Alvin nodded and looked at the clock. "I better get going."

She smiled. "Why so soon?"

"Well I promised Dave I'd be back to finish cleaning my room."

"Is that why you came here? To get out of doing your chores?"

He smiled. "Please Ellie, you know me better than that," he said. "I have to get home to see where Simon's hiding all his stuff."

She shook her head playfully. "Your brothers have no privacy, do they?"

He laughed. "of course not," he said, walking toward the exit. "I'll see you soon." He waved they hurried out the door.

Eleanor sighed and turned on the portable CD player. When the music started, she laid back and relaxed. It was nice to hear something going through her head other than the painful, agonizing whispers.

So, how was it? I'm going to update soon hopefully.

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