I was walking along the street, keeping a close eye on all the other people. This neighborhood was not particularly nice, from what I had gathered. Some of the local high school kids set a truck on fire not that long ago. I'm not biased against high schoolers, but those kids just weren't kind people at all.

It was late, maybe eleven or twelve at night. The younger children had a curfew, so they were all in bed. Just a couple of drug addicts and alcoholics were sitting around. Nobody seemed to notice the girl dressed in dark clothing (see the outfit I described in earlier chapters). The smell of cigarette smoke reached my nose, causing me to gag a little. In all of my nineteen years, I had never been able to stand the smell of cigarette smoke. However, nobody looked at me.

There was a loud click, the sound of a gun. I'd never been fond of guns, so my heartbeat increased a lot. I walked a little bit faster, trying to find a safe place. All I cared about was getting to safety, getting away from the place where I heard the gun. My head was screaming at me to run, but that would have meant instant death. No, I kept calm and continued walking like I had a reason to be there.

Suddenly, there was a loud BANG as the gun went off. I turned around faster than most people could under normal circumstances. The bullet met my left eye, soaring through until it stopped somewhere beyond the eye. I fell to the ground, trying to claw out the bullet. Unfortunately, it was so deep that I couldn't reach it. So instead, I began trying to stop the bleeding.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, hunched over and bleeding on the sidewalk. But the next thing I remembered was the ambulance lights flashing. People wearing hospital uniforms bent over me, forcing my head back so they could try to do what I'd been attempting for the past several minutes. But they had even less success than I did, and I wasn't even able to tell them what my murderer looked like.


I sat up, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I quickly wiped it off. I ended up biting my lip so hard it started to bleed, which caused me to give out a tiny moan of pain. My eye felt like it had been shot again, which it kinda had been. Does it count if you get shot in your dream? Just curious.

Something warm and hard touched my hand. I felt fingers massaging the top of my hand, making little swirly motions. After a few more minutes, I opened my eyes and saw Pitch was sitting on my bed. His eyes were filled with concern.

My only concern was this:

"Did you see that?"

The tall man stood up and nodded, looking more than a little sad. I guess he didn't know how horrible a death I suffered. Fair enough, since I wasn't planning on telling anybody how I died. Well, maybe I would have told Bunny, just to make him scared and mad. That would have been hilarious, don't you think?

"Was that how...?" Pitch didn't even finish his question, obviously already knowing the answer. However, I had still had to confirm it, like it would confirm myself that I was killed.

"Yeah, that was how I was killed. Pretty scary, huh?" I said with a slight chuckle. Even Pitch seemed to find it a little bit funny, as he let out a small laugh. "I don't think I'm going back to sleep tonight. Maybe you could help me train my powers?"

Luckily for me, Pitch agreed all too eagerly. Man, it felt good to have a friend, or whatever Pitch was.


Now you all have details about how Hope died! Yay! Okay, not necessarily "Yay" but you get the idea. And why is Pitch being so nice? So many questions, but you are just gonna have to wait for the answers. First off, I already uploaded two chapter today. Second off, I'm not really sure what the answers are yet. Anyways, see you later.