Yeah! Finally my next chapter is posted for this story!

I've been meaning to write it for like a month, Lol

This is my last chapter for a while though cause of midterms so I'm trying to get everything in as I can.

I Hope you like it.

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HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I 've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me

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The loud noise was the first thing Eleanor heard as she started to come to. She wasn't sure what was going on though. Her eyes were closed and the noise seemed to get louder.

Where am I, she thought trying to move. She realized she couldn't. She could feel a sharp pain ripple through her right arm and her head was killing her. For a second she started to panic.

No Eleanor, you need to just calm down. She took a deep breath. See, your breathing. She heard more voices around her. She also heard what she thought was crying. What's going on? She struggled to open her eyes.

When she did, the light hit her with extreme force. Her headache seemed to get worse. She blinked a few times so her eyes would adjust to the light. She looked to her left. The first person she saw was Alvin. He had his head down and Miles was standing next to him crying.

Even though she was in pain, Eleanor wanted to laugh. She had known Miles for years and she had only ever seen her cry once.

"What's wrong Miles?" She asked in a hoarse voice. "The Dodgers lose another game?"

Alvin and Miles stared back at her, shocked. "Eleanor," she said. "You're Okay!"

The nurse walked over to the machine shocked as well. She looked at the machine. "Something must be wrong with it," she said and hit the top of it. Then it went back to its normal beeps. "I guess we need to get this thing rechecked."

"Eleanor!" Her sister's shouted and ran up to her and hugged her tight just as the doctor walked back in.

"Ow," Eleanor squealed and her sisters let go.

"Sorry Ellie," Jeanette said. "We're just so happy that you're okay."

The doctor walked over to her. "And lucky too. We didn't think you would make it through."

"What do you mean," she asked in a voice she didn't recognize.

"Don't you remember," Alvin asked. "You were hit by a car!"

Eleanor thought about it for a minute. In a way, she did remember it but not much. The only thing she could really think about though was the strange dream she had. Something about it felt so real. . .

"She's probably in shock," the doctor said. "But I think she'll be okay. You have a broken arm and a concussion but I'm sure you'll live."

Ms. Miller breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

"So, can I go home?" She asked.

He shook his head. "You certainly may not! You were hit by a car which is why-"

"Why I feel like one big bruise?" She put in.

"Yes, and why we need to keep you here awhile to make sure you don't have and internal injuries or bleeding."

"Boy, do I feel lucky," she muttered.

"Well I sure do Ellie," said Theodore. "What would we do without you."

"Thanks everyone," she said. She felt as though she was about to cry.

The doctor nodded. "Hopefully they'll find out who was driving that vehicle soon. I don't want any more accident victims in my hospital. Everyone say your good-byes, Eleanor needs her rest."

"What," Miles said. "We have to leave already?"

"Yes but you can all come back tomorrow."

That was that. Everyone said there bye and got ready to leave. Brittany gave Eleanor another hug. "I owe you one El."

Soon after that everyone left and Eleanor was left with her thoughts. She looked out the window and saw it was getting dark. She started to think how awful her summer had already started out.

No, she couldn't think like that. She had saved Brittany's life. She should be glad that they both were okay. Instead, she let her mind drift. She once again thought about the strange dream she had. Something about it didn't feel like a dream. The chase, the darkness, the light. . . It all felt so real!

Maybe it didn't matter. She was alive now and didn't have to worry about dying or the man in the cloak ever again.

That thought comforted her and she slipped into a deep sleep.

A few hours later Eleanor was awaken by a big bang. She opened her eyes shot her head up. Once again, her head was killing her. She struggled to sit up but found it almost impossible.

Then she heard voices. She stopped and held her breath as she listened closely. The voices were all around her and they were hurting her head.

"Please stop," she muttered. But the whispers continued. They got louder and louder. They seemed insistent, angry, scared. Louder and louder, right in her ears, her head!

"Stop, Stop Stop!" They were so loud her head was pounding in excruciating pain. "What do you want? Why is this happening to me?" She whined.

"I thought this was your choice, Eleanor. Are you regretting it already?" That voice she recognized.

She looked up and saw him again. She wasn't as scared before but she knew that if he wanted to take her away now he would have no problem doing it. She was defenseless.

"Why are you doing this to me," Eleanor rasped. She felt around for the control with her good arm. I've got to get the nurse.

He laughed. "So, you think I'm doing this?" In a flash he was standing beside her bed. "This was your choice, Eleanor. You decided to cheat death and come back but now you have consequences. They expect you to help them now."

"Who? Who needs my help?" She felt her hand grab the remote.

"Why, the voices of course," he said he leaned down closer to her face. "But it's best for the both of us if you just stay away. I don't want you in the way of my plans."

She pushed the emergency button. "They're coming now so you better not leave!"

He laughed once more. "Oh Eleanor, if I did or didn't they still wouldn't be able to see me. Only you can," he said and straightened up. "But I'll take my leave now. Let's pray we don't meet up again anytime soon." Then he disappeared.

Eleanor screamed. The voices had reached their maximum and the pain in her head was unbearable.

The nurses rushed in. Eleanor looked up at them and suddenly the voices stopped. The pain in her head slowly lessened and she was able to understand what the nurses were sayong. They seemed a little panicked.

"Are you okay? What is it?" One asked.

"Do you need us to get a doctor?" Said the other one.

It took her a second to catch her breath. "My head was hurting and there was some guy in here."

They looked at each other and looked back at her. "Are you sure," asked the first nurse. "We didn't see anyone."

Eleanor nodded. The other nurse walked over to the door and looked outside. She came back in and shook her head. "Nope, no one's out there."

"But someone was really here," she insisted.

"I'm sure it was just a dream."

Eleanor sighed. Obviously they weren't going to believe her. She wouldn't have believed herself it wasn't for the pain. The voices were way to real and she knew for a fact that that mysterious guy was standing right there at the side of her bed. Which also meant that she wasn't dreaming before. Somehow, she had really managed to escape death.

How she would get anyone to believe her though, she still wasn't sure.

Two days later Eleanor was laying in the hospital bed, watching the doctor look over her chart. "Hmm. . . It seems like you're making wonderful progress Eleanor."

"Great, so can I go home now?"

"No, I want you here for a few more day," he stated.

"Oh, come on doc, I've been here for two days and I'm so bored. You won't even let me walk around."

"Okay, I'll have a nurse come in and help you but please don't over exert yourself," he told her and walked out.

About an hour later, the nurse had helped Eleanor up and out of the room. Eleanor hated having to roll the IV wherever she walked.

"Will you be okay or do you want me to stay with you?"

Eleanor shook her head. "I can manage from here. Thanks." The nurse nodded and hurried off.

Eleanor sighed and started to walk. She was glad to finally be up and out of that room. She still felt pain in her arm though. She wondered how she would manage without all the painkillers.

She walked down the hallway for a while, enjoying her small amount of freedom. She stopped when she sensed something was wrong. She looked over into one of the open rooms and saw a women bent over with her head in her hands. She sounded like she was crying.

Eleanor also saw a tall man standing next to her, looking down at her sadly. He didn't say anything, just stood there. Then he looked up at Eleanor. Then the whispers started up again, just not as loud this time. But when he opened his mouth she heard him clearly.

"Please help her."

Eleanor blinked and he disappeared. She sighed. She wasn't sure what was going on with her but if she could maybe help she would figure some things out.

Cautiously, Eleanor walked up to the woman and she looked up, startled. "Is there something I could help you with," asked the woman.

Eleanor shook her head. "No, but I heard you crying and I wanted to know if you're okay."

"My husband just died," she sobbed. "And it's all my fault!"

"What do you mean?'

She wiped her eyes. "We had a fight this morning and he stormed out of the house. An hour later I get a call telling me he's here. I hurry here but he died before I made it. If we hadn't of had that stupid fight he would still be here."

Eleanor wasn't sure what to say. Nothing like this has ever happened to her. But then a thought struck her. "You know, I almost died a couple of days ago trying to save my sister."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but I don't blame her for the fact that I'm here even though I don't like it. I ran out into the street and pushed her out the way, she didn't force me. Just like you didn't force your husband into that car and that accident."

"You don't understand though, i-"

"Oh I understand," I interrupted. "I understand that you feel alone and you blame yourself for what happened, but you shouldn't." She looked over at the body on the bed and knew she was right. She didn't feel any anger or hate, just sadness.

"Your husband is in a better place and I'm sure he doesn't blame you so why should you blame yourself? He'll miss you and you'll miss him but I promise that you'll see him again someday. But until then, forget all the unhappy stuff and just remember all the good times you had together."

The woman nodded. Eleanor could see the smile on her tear-stained face. "You're right, and if I really think about it, I wasn't really mad at him. Thank you for helping me realize that."

Eleanor heard another whisper in her ear. This one wasn't like the others though, it felt as though it was at peace. Thank you, Eleanor, she heard it say and suddenly its presence vanished.

Eleanor smiled. "I'll stop bothering you now."

"Oh no, you helped me a lot."

Eleanor said good-bye and left the room and started walking down the busy hallway and toward her room. Everything that had just happened was a little freaky but something about helping that woman made her at ease. She felt as though she had helped more than just her though. . .

Eleanor's mind snapped back when she heard an angry voice. I told you not to meddle, and now you will pay! She saw him standing at the other end but no one else seemed to notice him.

The headache started again. This time it was like one violent pound in her head. When she looked back up he was gone.

Eleanor sighed and headed to her room. That had shaken her a bit. She knew that this wouldn't be the last time they would meet again, and that scared her more than anything. This was only the beggining.

I should've just stayed in bed. . .

Oh, and this is the last chapter. I guess i Should of metioned that. But I'll be picking up in a little bit.

I really liked writing this chapter even though it kind of took me awhile.

But anyway, thanks for reading!

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