I decided to remake this story simply because it has been too long for such a short amount of writing.

Pov: Miguel

I was so excited and had the biggest sonreír on my face. Today is the day before the Día de Muertos. It has been two whole years since my little "adventure" to the land of the dead. Those memories will forever be in my mente. Since my adventure, my guitar playing has gotten much better and a little popular around here. I guess that is to be expected when you tear down a musical celebrity.

Right now, it is about 8:40, which is the perfect time to head down since people start to head home and they can hear me play. I quickly went to my room and got dressed. I grabbed my guitar and ran outside to see everyone else was still setting up for the event tomorrow.

"Hola Miguel." Mamá Abuelita said.

"Hola Mamá Abuelita." I said. "I'm heading to the plaza today."

"Okay but don't stay out too late Miguel." Mamá Abuelita said.

"And be careful."

"Yes Mamá Abuelita." I sighed.

"Be safe my boy." Tío Berto said.

"Gracías tio berto." I said as I ran to the plaza.

I ran out of the house with my guitar and Dante to get to the plaza. I always forget how crowded it gets when Dia de Muertos is about to begin. Tourists coming in and music everywhere. I got to my usual spot and set up my music. Me, being twelve, caused numerous people to, I assume, listen to a niño try his hardest. Time to amaze them.

I finished playing 'poco loco' to the crowd of people. This happens every time I play and tourists are walking by. I would shock them with the amount of talent I show with my guitar skills and earned a few pesos. I played the last few chords and gave my grito. Everyone clapped and began to disperse. I looked at the sky and saw it was way beyond the time I needed to be home.

"Oh no Dante, we are gonna be late for cena."

Dante barked at me in response and wagged his tail.

"Let's go." I said.

Dante and I pushed our way through the crowds. Slowly, the crowds began to disperse and I was one of a few people strolling the streets. As I was walking down my normal path towards home, I looked up to see people already shooting fireworks and playing music. Dante quickly got scared of the fireworks and ran off. This was normal for him, since he knew where to go in case he was super desperate. I was about halfway home when I had an uneasy feeling that I was being followed. I looked behind me and saw a man. He seemed to be American. He also seemed very enojado as he looked at me.

"Hey…" He said.

I quickened my pace and decided to move down an alleyway to try and lose him.

"Hey! Don't chu walk away from meh…"

However, I didn't realize that the alleyway I went down went to a dead end. I made a turn too soon. I tried to climb the wall but it was too tall and . I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and I could smell the tequila on the man's breath. He was VERY borracho.

"Where do you think you're... *belch* going?" He asked.

"S-Señor, I do not know who you-"

He pressed his arm on my neck, making it hard to breathe.

"Think you can just leave me bitch? I take us on a trip to Mexico and you jush leave me..." He asked.

"I... I..." I struggled to speak.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade.

"Por favor..." I said as he wiped the blade down my cheek, cutting part of it.

"This will show you what happens when you leave me for a fucking accountant." He said.

I looked and saw some people walking by.

"A-Ayudarme!" I said.

They didn't hear me over the sounds of fireworks went off.

There was a sudden pain in my stomach and I looked down and saw the blade in my stomach. He pulled it out and stabbed again. I didn't even make a noise, I was in choque. He pulled out the knife and let me go.

"Dumb bish..." The man spit the ground next to me and walked away.

I held my stomach and felt the red liquid leave my body. Fast. I tried to get up but the pain was… agudísimo. Dante… Mamá… Papá… anyone… help.

I clawed the ground with my other hand as I tried to get out of the alleyway.

"Ayudarme..." I weakly said.

I suddenly felt very cansado… like I was about to collapse again even though I was on the ground. I looked towards the entrance to the alley and heard a group of men walking towards me. I looked around me and saw my hat. I grabbed it and threw it with all my might. It managed to come into view under the light and immediately I saw a group of mariachi players run down the alley to see me. One of them picked it up and looked down the alleyway and seemed to see me.

"Oi amigos, there's a kid here bleeding!" He said.

They ran over and saw me. One of them gently picked me up and held me.

"A-Ayudarme..." I said as I began to shiver. Dios Mio I felt cold.

"Fernando…" The man next to the the man holding me shook his head.

This sudden overwhelming sense of exhaustion and a strange sense of weightlessness took me and I shut my eyes.

"Dios mio... nińo, please open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and saw a faintly familiar sight. I was… in a train station. I looked down and saw my hands. Bones. I looked up and saw a woman who was a skeleton. I looked around and saw my surroundings. No longer did I see the colorful lights of Santa Cecilia. Instead, I could see that I was the Land of the Dead.

I… was dead.