Full Title: In Which I Rediscover That Being Dead is Less Than Preferable
Summary: Girl wakes from 5-year coma, gets mysterious ring, dies (again), wakes up in a place that doesn't exist . . . All part of the beautiful cliché-ness of this tale. Sequel to Not What I Had Planned.
Category: Adventure/Friendship
Rating: T
Prologue
She's standing there, covered in mud, staring at an equally muddy something on the ground in front of her. Dark eyebrows are drawn together slightly in confusion, and her stance is almost . . . surprised. Cold dawn light filters through the forest of pines around her, vaguely illuminating her pale skin and glinting through loosely hanging strands of mud-caked brunette hair. She's wearing a black tank-top and a pair of knee-length jean cutoffs, and as she stares, her hands clasp and unclasp nervously in front of her, the only part of her that's moving. After a time she blinks rapidly, her gaze darting away from the object on the ground and moving slowly over her surroundings, taking in each and every dewdrop and long shadow with incredible appreciation, as though she's never seen anything like them before. It's with something like reluctance that her attention shifts back to the object again. She breathes a sigh, coloring the chilled air in front of her with the mist of her breath; a small, sad smile touches her lips.
She has a decision to make.