Chapter 11
I woke to gray. The somber color surrounded me. I slowly sat up and reached out a hand, stretching it out into the nothingness. The fog started to slowly become thinner, disappearing more as I reached farther. By the time I was done it was thin enough for me to see my surroundings. I was in a graveyard.
A screech startled me, making me jump and look around frantically before I realized that it was just an old crow, sitting on the tombstone next to me. I stared at it, enthralled by it's beady eyes, that seemed to hold so many secrets.
Slowly I got onto my knees and stood up. I winced as pain shot up my legs and into my back. Every part of me seemed to hurt. I started to walk around the graveyard, in the hopes that I would find a gate. The farther I walked, the more everything got familiar.
Then I froze. I knew this graveyard! This was where my dad and brother were buried! That meant I was in my world!
A sob came from a ways to my right. I walked towards it, only to freeze again. My mother was crouched in front of me, crying. The tombstone she sat in front of was neither my father's nor my brother's, I decided it must belong to an aunt or uncle.
Seeing my mom in such distress I decided to comfort her. I walked closer.
"Mom? Are you all right?" I whispered. She looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Mara? My baby! Are you there?!" I stared at her, something was very wrong.
"Yes, Mom. I'm here." I told her affectionately. She just drew back and shook her head.
"I'm going crazy. I'm hearing my dead daughter." She said softly. My stomach dropped. Dead?
"Mom! I'm right in front of you! I'm not dead!" I yelled at her. She looked right at me, she just didn't see me.
I crouched down next to her and placed my hand over her heart. Subconsciously she placed her own hand on her heart, going straight through mine. I drew back with a sharp breath.
Then she got up and left, tears once again spilling down her cheeks. That was when I looked at the tombstone.
Ana-Mara Julio
Beloved daughter and sister
December 1st ,1989
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June 22nd ,2006
I gasped, pain searing in my breast. I couldn't stand it. I dropped to the ground, sobbing. I was dead. I really was. Suddenly the world started spinning and I spun with it, being flung into the stones and trees around me. I cried and whimpered in pain, then I knew no more.
"Mara. Mara, dear, wake up. Sweetie, you need to wake up." A familiar voice whispered urgently. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy, it would be easier just to leave them closed and go to sleep. I was so tired.
But then another voice came.
"Her pulse is changing! She's waking up! Quick get Baird!"The sounds of hurried footsteps and movements attacked my sensitive ears and I let out a low groan.
"Mara! Mara, wake up! Come on, open your eyes!" That voice, it sounded so familiar, but whose voice was it? An angry, more feminine voice started yelling.
"Raoul, get your lazy arse out of that chair right now! Your in the way!"
Raoul! So that's who was calling to me! I struggled to open my eyes, I had to see him. I had to see Raoul. I had no idea why, but I just had to.
"Alanna, I just want to be here for her! Now quite yelling at me and help her!" Raoul's angry voice caused a stir in my heart. Did he really care for me that much?
"Raoul." The name escaped my lips.
Raoul's POV
I just wanted her to wake up and be fine. I wanted her to laugh and live with us in peace. I knew that she'd done things she wasn't proud of, but that didn't mean she had to live in constant pain because of it.
When she spoke my name, it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. I immediately knelt by her side and offered her my hand, giving her something to hold on to and to give her strength. And no matter what, it would always be there.
Mara's POV
I felt him give me his hand, I took it and held onto it as though it were my life. Slowly my eyes started to open, and I found myself staring into a deep brown. Much like the first time I woke here.
A drop of hot liquid hit my cheek and I saw that Raoul's eyes were watering, soon I found myself crying as well.
However soon my gentle tears gave way to harsh sobbing. Everyone's eyes were on me, but I was only focused on the man before me, as I whispered my next words.
"I'm dead."
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