Hey, everybody! This is my new story. I found myself starting to fall in love with the F.D. Franchise and I have a particular love for some of the characters. I also have other stories I'm working on in the Game of Thrones and Scream fandom, so if you're a fan of either of those, please check it out! Leave me a review and let me know what you think.

As always, I don't own any of the Final Destination characters mentioned and I don't own the franchise itself.

1st. POV.

This is a story about death.

If the thought of dying makes you uneasy or uncomfortable, I highly suggest you leave now.

Even with all of the disdain you might have towards the Grim Reaper, I have news for you: We're all going to die. It might be hours from now, days, weeks, months, or even years.

In the end every man, woman, and child will end up the same.

It's an inevitable fate.

But this isn't just a story about death.

As narcissistic as this may sound, this story is also about me and my experiences with the other side.

I always knew I was different, yet I did my best to never let it affect me.

I tried to live my life the best way I possibly could, ignoring the feeling that someone was always watching me. I once told my worries of being watched to my soulmate, my big brother.

You know, there's this misconstrued notion in the world that your soulmate has to be a romantic love of yours.

But this simply isn't true.

I found my soulmate in my brother. I loved him so much I could barely breathe. He was my best friend, my protector, my guiding hand.

When I was born, my parents even told him that I was his to protect and care for.

And I can think of no brother who could do a better job than my own.

Well, maybe except for Thackery Binx from Hocus Pocus, a movie my brother took me to see when I was five.

In the year of 1995, at the age of seven, I woke up crying. My brother, whose room was right next to mine, came barging in, bat in hand. When he realized there was no threat, he put down the bat by my doorway and lifted up my pink covers, sliding in next to me.

I immediately snuggled in closer to him, feeling at ease that he was there.

"What's wrong, Holly?" He asked. I clutched onto him and whispered, "The bad man is here."

My brother furrowed his eyebrows together and looked down at me with warm brown eyes. "There's no bad man. It was just a bad dream."

I looked up at him and rubbed my nose, sniffling at my bad dream. "He wants to get me."

My brother sighed. Even as a thirteen year old kid, he always knew what to say. "Nothing is going to get you. It was only a bad dream. You'll grow up and have many adventures, and you'll always have me by your side if you ever get scared."

My heterochromia gaze focused on him as he smiled at me, assured that this was really the way our life would turn out.

I sniffed. "Do you promise?" I asked

He held out his pinky and laid his head on top of mine. "Pinky promise."

I linked my pinky to his, all thoughts of fear and bad men watching me immediately out of my mind.

I knew my brother would be right. He never lied to me and wouldn't start now. He always kept his promises, and in my heart, I truly did believe he would keep this one.

But as I said before, this is a story about death.

The night my brother made that swear was the night he made the first promise he could never keep.

He would never be by my side when I grew up, because he would be gone by then.

Any adventure I would have, he would never know about because he would be dust in the ground.

Any life as an adult I would have, he would be included, but only as a distant memory of someone I once loved.

My brother was wrong that night.

There was someone watching me, and he wanted me to know that he was there.

I wouldn't find out what all of this meant until I was twelve, in the year of 2000.

But first, let me make a proper introduction before I tell you my story of how many lives (all that were taken away far too soon) connect to me.

It's true, my title is Holly, like the plant.

I loved the drive-in movies.

I loved how full of happiness my life was until that year of 2000.

I eat my dessert first, and my dinner second.

I ride my bike nearly everywhere I go.

But most of all, I loved my brother. I really did.

My name is Holly Hitchcock, and this is the story of how I watched my brother die.

So this chapter is really short, just a bitty prologue. Please tell me what you think! :D