Chapter Nine- Mine

Notice: Things get dramatic after this chapter.

Isabelle

Thanksgiving is almost here and surprisingly I have nothing to give thanks for. Yes I have a fiancée, and yes I have a great Mayor, and don't make me say it, yes I have a place to live. But ever since Curt died, everything just seemed to fall and come loose. Even worse, I told Liam that he was his father and I never told him. Liam had been inside his house, isolating the outside world from grief. I felt guilty for weeks, even after the funeral, and still I just can't get over it. And I'm to blame. If it weren't for my curdling scream, Curt would've never fell, bumped into the shelf, knock the trophy, get hit, and fall into a coma. It's my fault that he's dead.

Kicks

I knew Curt like a brother, close and cool enough to be family. When the funeral date was announced, I helped Isabelle with work while she grieved and cried for days. I honestly felt depressed for some time until it "passed on". And so I felt even closer to Isabelle during her bad days, so close...

Olivia

It's been days after I left the dreaded hospital and was being treated like a queen at home. Although I didn't want to be. Bam immediately took me to bed and told me not to leave the bed. "Bam I'm fine," I told him. "No you're not, and until Theodore is taken care of, you're not leaving this bed." He pecked me on the head and went downstairs. I rolled my eyes as his cute little butt expanded from his tight shorts and the blue tail poked from underneath. Awwww. Anyway being in bed was alright except for the part when I asked for some "outside time" and he put me in the backyard, fences 20 feet up high. "I installed then this morning," he smugly explained. Uggggh.

O'Hare

Honestly being back at the station was somewhat memorable when I lived my old life last year. Me sitting in the blue folding chair watching the cop talk to the man shooting up my town. What the fuck was he doing shooting innocent people and homes for his own humor? Did he lose his marbles or something? Still he had a spitting image of- holy shit. Is he related to Tom Nook? The man who amputated Daisy? The man who killed tons of friends? The man who allegedly sold me some drugs? Yes I was a "druggie" and he sold me some. I swallowed them whole, those little white and blue pills with "TommyTom" inscripted onto them and passed out. I felt all kinds of pains and symptoms of death in a snap. It was hard to not scream in pain and I needed I way to stop it. I grabbed the gun off the bedside table and pushed it against my delicate head. I pulled the trigger: everything was black.

I remember Hell; its fiery temperatures, twisted landscape, and evil empress who went by "Lucifer". Lucifer was a woman, yes a woman, the daughter of Satan himself. She wore a tight fitting red rubber bodysuit and sprouted coal black horns, symmetrical on her head. She had long white hair that reached to her back and often wore it in a ponytail. Lucifer was the most frightening, spine chilling, nightmare magnet woman ever on Earth. Although she was a woman, she controlled the Afterlife, Hell, and The Underworld. Hades even looked up to her, being her henchman at her feet whenever she pleased it. Luckily Heaven was different. Thanks to Dotty and Chief, I was sent back to Earth with a second chance in life. When I woke up from my grave, it was already surrounded with flowers, bouquets, and everything memorable from my past life. I spent almost a year traveling to find Lottie, to tell her how I feel, how I wanted to propose three days before her birthday...

Margo

There's a cup in here I use to slide against the bars, creating the most annoying sound ever. My jumpsuit was itchy, ugly orange, and big. I honestly felt offended when my roommate was glaring at my ass, licking her lips as she mumbled dirty things under her breath. I was screwed for life.