0/30/2018

Do not read this if you love the finalconclusionof Roses end. I am very passionate about the final ending. It finishes the story very well. This is a continuation of the story if you choose and only if you choose. Forthosewho need a bit more of a happy ending.

Enjoy

-Isabelle

Brain death is a legal definition of death. It is the complete stopping of all brain function and cannot be reversed. It means that, because of extreme and serious trauma or injury to the brain, the body's blood supply to the brain is blocked, and the brain dies. Brain death is death. It is permanent. Or is it? The answer is usually always yes. But what if the person who has been declared brain dead was special. Someone whose life has walked the fine line of life and death. Someone whose soul has left their body and split in two. Half belonging to the afterlife, and half that continued on is the living.

There is much I have learned watching those I loved from the other side. Much I still don't understand. My mind is in the afterlife. Not the final resting place, But the in-between. What has happened to me is complex and confusing. Questions with no answers. When I was younger, I died in a tragic accident that claimed not only my life but that of a Mother a Father and a brother to my closest friend. That was the moment my soul stepped from my body and entered the in-between. I didn't remember at the time, everything happened so fast, but now, Now I remember it all clearly.

There was a rush. An unimaginable pain. Then blackness. Like I had closed my eyes in a dark room and when I had opened them again, I stood in the wreckage. Blood, So much blood. Everything had slowed. Seconds turned in to minuets, minuets in to hours. Everything was blurry as if time hadn't caught up with me. The silence was defining. As if someone had hit the mute button. As time started to catch up the sound with it. A loud deep sound slowly grew up an octave and strength. Then it hits all at once. Everything becomes sharp, to sharp. Colors to bright, sound to exact. The deep sound turned in to a high wailing, A scream and a cry all in one.

A girl, covered in blood had pushed her way out of what was once a car dragging another girl behind her. It was Lisa, and I was the girl she pulled with every ounce of strength she had left. Finally, free of the car she pulled me into her lap. She was dazed. She looked about not understanding what she was seeing. Looking down she tried to wake me up. Calmly at first. Then more frantic. She shook me, she slapped my face but she knew I wasn't asleep. My dull eyes upwards to the sky. My skin turning ashy the color drained with my blood that pulled around us.

I remember the feeling, no seeing when she started to use her magic to heal me. A Yellow glow emitting from her. She was the sun, and I was the dark side of the moon. She pushed it towards my lifeless body. My soul drew closer to comfort her. I knew I was gone. There was no coming back. I reached out to her. Resting a tendril of my essence on her shoulder. I tried to speak but no sound emitted from me. I had no form, I had no mouth to speak from.

Her power only intensified. She poor everything she could into my lifeless body. How can she not see? There is no healing to be done. The damage is done, repairable, final. I reached out to the blood-soaked face that once belonged to me. What was once so full of life, was cold and unyielding.

There was a spark. When I reached out still connected to Lisa. Like an intense electric shock. I started to feel a tug. A tug in two different directions. My soul was torn in two directions. One towards Lisa. Towards the sun. The other my body the dark side of the moon. The cold dark place that I was to enter. I should enter, I needed to enter. But the pull to the sun was just too strong.

That was the moment I became the funnel. I became the connection of her magic and my body. Stuck not just in the in-between life and death, The waiting room for souls. But also, in the living. Within the Sun whose tendrils of light wrapped around my lifeless body and gave it a good shock. This time there was a blinding light, shattering pain as my soul was ripped in two and I took my first breath of my new existence.

I knew now that my soul never returned to its body. It shattered. Half stayed in that in-between were I fully belonged. The other half swelled into Lisa's power becoming a part of her. Binding myself and my body to her. I now also knew that I would only live if she did. We were bound together in an unbreakable bond. Life for life. Her power forever sustaining my body. Or so I thought.

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But this time it was different. That night I had ripped my soul from her light. I knew something felt different. My mind had started to dull, My reflexes slowed. I was dying. When the spell had completed and my shattered soul passed to the stake I should have died then. Ripped from the only power that kept me alive. But it lingered as Lisa kept the stake on her close to her magic. I would have eventually died no matter what. Slowly if she kept the stake with her. Faster if she were to set it aside. I was no longer funneling her magic. It no longer seeped into my body directly though our bond. I would slowly drain what was left in my bones and I would fall asleep. That would have been it. A death with no purpose.

I was already living on stolen time. When death comes to you. A complete death. The brain trauma I had endured in that car crash, its final. It's meant to be your end. That injury never truly went away. The moment the stake entered Dimities heart my connection was completely drained.

That night as he screamed in pain as the metal pierced his skin I felt it all. His screams were tangled with mine and we both fell together. Old injuries began to return, my brain began to shut down. When I hit the ground the memories began to hit me. The day of my true death, and I knew that I would not come back from this.

This time however when I stood over my body nothing became clear, The sounds still dull, the colors gray the edges blurry. I waited for that moment of clarity, but it never came.

Time began to jump. I was standing in front of my dyeing body being hauled away into a waiting van. Then standing over it again in a hospital like room at the Academy my friends crying over me. As I stood there I felt the pull. A familiar pull, But this time not to Lisa who had crawled into my bed concentrating with all her energy to push her magic into me again in hopes to heal an invisible wound. Not to my body that slowly failed supported only by all the machines around me. No part of my soul was here. I felt a million miles from my self. Like I was simply making a video phone call from another part of the world and the line was unstable, the connection going in and out. The screen would flicker as if two signals were crossing and I was standing in a dark gray room. A sleeping figure in a simple bed. Some one stood over him lifting his eyes, checking his pulse. His lips were moving but everything was still on mute. The man stood and looked in my direction still speaking. 'what are you saying' I wanted to scream I turned away to see Headmistress Kirova Standing there shaking her head. I focused on her mouth trying to understand what she was saying. 'But how, how can he be. No one can come back from that'

It had worked. Dmitri was saved. He was whole again. I stayed there like that in that cell with him. Time had no meaning. It would flicker, day to night, night to day. He would wake and scream, Cry and throw things around his cell. I wanted to reach for him but everything was mute. Everything was so disconnected. Lisa would visit. Some of his friends in the guardians would bring him things. I would try to reach out and he would flinch yelling at his personal demons. I tried to leave but I was stuck. Nothing made sense. Was this to be my after life? Silently watching him. Never to communicate never to hear him?

…To be continued