AN: this is all in Christina's point of view, until later. You'll be able to see when it is her point of view and when it isn't.

Sorry this chapter took so long. But it's here now and I hope everyone has a happy holidays!

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Chapter 18

There are two things that have been around since the beginning of time. Birth and death has been around forever. I mean our planet and universe was born sometime long, long ago, and the living things on our planet like dinosaurs, died to make way for us humans to be born. People say, 'with every death there is a birth.' It is like saying that there must be a sacrifice for some on else to be brought into the world. Death lingers over everything. I mean in time everything dies. You will die, I will die, and the plants on earth will die. It is simply a matter of time.

I woke up to the scent of blood and burning car oil in the air. I could faintly hear the sirens that were coming my way.

My head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer a couple too many times. "Arghh. What happened?" I mumbled asking no one in particular, sitting up.

An annoyingly loud voice filled my ears, "I think you had a little too much to drink." The voice started to laugh.

"Ha!" I say. "That's the understatement of the century."

As my eyes focused more, I began to observe my surroundings.

The bright light that the fires were giving off was hurting my eyes. "Damn, I have a bad hangover."

The voice laughed once again. "Yep. Yep. You sure do!"

I turned around quickly to search for the voice, but apparently I spun around a little too quickly and my headache emitted another throb that sent my hand to my head as if to try to massage the pain out. And my vision blurred from moving too fast.

When my vision cleared, I saw in front of her, a huge, orange and black TIGER, bouncing on its tail. As the information processed in my brain I noticed that, that tiger was Tigger.

Man, I must be hallucinating. I thought to myself. I thought I had a hangover, not taking a trip.

"Nope! You're not hallucinating. And you do have a hangover." Tigger said bouncing all around.

"Whoa! You can read my thoughts?"

Tigger nodded. "Yep!"

"Okay, now that is just creepy."

I must be died. Aww. I didn't even get a chance to say bye to anyone.

"I can't tell you if you died or not, but I can tell you, you did, or is/are close to death."

"Stop reading my thoughts!"

"So if I'm not hallucinating and I'm not dead, then where am I and what are you doing here?"

"He he. Do I need a reason for visiting you?"

"Yes you do, considering, I'm in a place where I have no idea where I am and I'm talking to a cartoon!"

"Awww! I'm hurt you don't remember who I am? Come on, I was with you for about 6 years of your life."

My eyes bugged out in recogniziation (A/N: is this a word?). "No! It can't be! You died when I was 6. You're not real!"

"That doesn't really matter right now. Right now you have to follow me!"

Tigger pulled me through what seemed like the fabric of time. He pulled me to what looked like a cemetery.

"Hey, there's my mom! And my dad!" I pointed to my parents. "Why are they crying? Who died?" I asked jokingly.

"You did." Tigger said in a sad voice.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I but I can't say any more." He said.

"But I promise to come visit you again!" Tigger said a tad bit more happily. "Ta ta for now!"

He bounced away and my vision began to blur.

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(A/N: Back to third person point of view.)

Christina stirred in her sleep.

As her vision cleared, she saw that she in no place she was familiar with.

"Where am I?" She muttered drowsily.

"Oh! Hi, honey. How are you?" Susan, her mother, asked her. "You're in the hospital. Remember you were in that car crash?"

"Yeah. I remember."

"So how are you?"

"I feel like I've been run over by a truck."

Her mom laughed. "Well you weren't exactly run over by a truck but close."

"Hey mom? I'm kind of tired so is it okay if I get some more sleep?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure. You should get some rest honey."

Christina fell back asleep, unable to resist the welcoming darkness that engulfed her.

Susan was watching her daughter sleep peacefully for the second time. But this time it was a natural sleep.

It was so silent in the room, all you could hear were the machines in there doing their jobs.

Christina's eyelids started twitching profusely. The monitor that told people that she was still alive started to quickly beep as Christina's heart rate quickened.

It continued to quickly beep until it just flat out became a long continues beep.

Christina was flat-lining.

Yes, death is unavoidable. That's why you have to cherish every moment you live.

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I know this chapter kind of sucks. I'm sorry. I just haven't had an idea of how to write it.

If you have any suggestions, I'll be happy to hear them.

Also thanks to all my reviewers!

Thanks,

-H