"Where the fuck am I?" Dylan spoke with cold wisps of air, escaping her lungs. She couldn't fathom the blue encompassed world of a park where swarms of people were. She recognized her newfound friends, chilling about the acres of grass, trees and children running around. Her mind happened to be a bit blurred.
"Dylan!" The all too chipper tone of Jason got her attention.
Dylan twisted to her left to find an all too eager boy in pastel orange and dark pants. Furrowing her eyebrows, she confided in herself that she was traveling to delusion-ville. "Aren't you dead?"
His grin turned to a smirk, lightly tapping her shoulder. "You crack me up. Why would I be dead? Superboy saved me."
Dylan full on twisted to eye him. Had he grown a second head? "Superboy?"
"No, Superman. Of course, Superboy. You have nothing to worry about." Jason reassured, keeping his eyes glued to her.
Her heartbeat sped up in a panic. A fishy thin was happening, but could it be in her head? "Why would I worry? What about the others?"
Jason moved closer, lightly grazing her as he shifted on his feet. He too was watching the people in the fields. "If you didn't care-"
"What about the others?" Dylan hissed, cutting him off. Her nostrils were flaring with her temper. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, wishing she could be more stoic about her emotions.
"Dylan, you're going to have two choices. Someone you love dies either way. For now, I live. Reverse it to be your family." Jason explains, having took on a dark facial expression.
Dylan rammed into the tree beside her, keeping her eyebrows furrowed. She took a few breaths to keep herself calm, "My family is the most important part of my life. They've always got my back!"
"Exactly!" His face morphed into a guy in his early to late twenties. He held a thick accent in his tone with hazel brown eyes, soullessly piercing into the brunette. His short blonde locks were grimy- the man looked unhappy.
Dylan took a good guess on what was happening. She felt a cool chill run down her spine. The image warped into a snow filled parking lot with nothing around- no vehicle in sight. "Who the Hell are you?"
"Your shadow!" The man unenthusiastically chirped, snapping his fingers. He appeared in a white long sleeve tee shirt and brown pants that looked from medieval times.
Dylan grew tense at the revelation. She gnawed on her bottom lip, "My shadow? How does that make sense? I don't even know you."
"You are of the living dead, Dylan Covington. You can communicate with ghosts via their memories and see the deaths of certain people. I'm here to guide you." He spoke, praying she'd catch on.
Dylan took a full minute to process his words. "So, this is your world?"
"For recreational purposes solely. Yup! The name is Ledger Knight." He happily replied, showing her pearly white teeth.
"Ledger Knight? You look like somebody from the early 1920s." Dylan scoffed, wanting to escape the mind games.
"I'm not. I couldn't stop what happened to me. I'm here to help you. You're stuck with me, kid." Ledger beamed, rubbing the top of her head.
Dylan's hair frizzed due to the static electricity between the dead and living. A few questions circled in her mind at that moment. She was poking the side of her cheek a few times before she grew the courage to badger him more.
"Bro, I'm not a kid. Are we in my brain? And if so then why did you take the shape of him? Are they going to die anytime soon?" Dylan spoke in a rush, causing Ledger to furrow his blonde eyebrows.
"We're in your subconscious. You know why. He's not dead...yet. Look, the family thing was a bit mean. I'm shadowing you. I don't get a lot of fun. My apologies for worrying you." Ledger went on to give the brunette vague answers.
Dylan tilted her head to the side, lifting one eyebrow. She released a deep breath, needing to come from her subconscious before she froze to death. "How long will you be by my side?"
"Until they want me to move into the light. Don't worry about me, Dyl. It's time to open your eyes!" Ledger happily squeaked, kissing her forehead.
Dylan rapidly blinked. Her eyes came into view of the bedroom she'd been let sleep in. She didn't think to find the ever watchful gaze of Jory, standing by the window. She blinked some more, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"Jory?" Dylan weakly mumbles, stiffly sitting up. Her skin had grown pasty with red rimmed eyes. Her hair was frizzed to no end as if it couldn't be styled again.
Jory turned, opening one of the red velvet drapes to allow sunlight in the room. He smiled, "You should really shower and change into fresh clothing."
"Where are we?" Dylan croaked, throwing the covers off of the bed.
Jory furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't see how she could forget. "Denver."
"Colorado?" Dylan screeched, watching his face fall. She nearly busted one of his eardrums.
Jory vigorously nods. "You came with us last night."
Dylan watched as he approached the cherry oak doors to leave. She wondered if Ledger was fucking with her some more. "Ledger!"
He didn't appear, proving he wasn't the leader of whatever took place. He'd been wrapped in conversation with the young female to get to know her while being honest.
Dylan got different vibes from the mansion during the day. She would catch a glimpse of the homey interiors to find- the night made the place seemingly creepy to an outsider. She found a pastel mint snug fitting sweater with regular dark jeans, perking up her bitter mood. She longed for the people she secretly missed.
She should have stayed. She shouldn't have left with no inclination as to where she was hiding. Her younger brother would be furious while she could tell Red wasn't about to search for her. She could hear him saying how this is her fault and how this is what she gets. "She'll come home when she's ready."
"Unless she's dead." Nellie would argue, warming her heart. He would always come to her defense even with them in a fight or for days without speaking. He'd speak, she'd respond. He knew like Bev that she didn't need a long conversations to keep her sane, but an exchange would always be their everyday occurrence.
Dylan also missed Rachel. It was like having a younger sister who understood more than a best friend who'd ditch her for greed. Sighing, she took a seat at the kitchen counter hiding her face in the palm of her hands. She was wishing she hadn't been ditching.
