I apologize for the mixup. I changed the story. Ethan is now deceased.
One year, one year since he left me. I remember that day as if it was moments ago. My Ethan was killed by the magic of Grandma Weir, Benny, and Fallon. My heart shattered into pieces once he died in my arms.
To them, Ethan proudly died a seer. For me, he made a choice—he chose to abandon me.
Why did they have to take him? Why did he have to die?
His death was too depressing for me. Whitechapel reminded me of him. Everything there just kept bringing him back into my head, which was why I left Whitechapel.
I couldn't bear another moment in Whitechapel. Traveling the world was an adventurous thriller. Day by day, night by night, going from place to place. From California to Mexico, to Florida to the Caribbean.
Now I was in a motel room in Kennedy, Minnesota. Being alone in a big bed was normal for me.
I closed my eyes for the moment. Which felt like hours was a vision of black swirling vortex.
"Wake up," whispered a voice. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
My eyes shut open and I gasped in horror. A hand was wrapped around my waist. I sat up and the person sat up with me.
"Ethan?" I panted.
He gently kissed my neck and my cheek. He mumbled, "Did you miss me?"
"Why are you here?"
"I just wanted to see you."
"Can you stay?"
"You know I can't stay."
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Ethan. I didn't think you would die. I will never hurt you again."
"It's too late for that, Sarah."
All of a sudden, I screamed, "NO!"
"You killed me, Sarah." Ethan said while I cried. "You let them kill me. How could you?!"
"No! No! Ethan, NO!"
I turned back to him and he was gone. Yet again was another hallucination of Ethan. People think I'm insane because of that.
There was no way out of this. He will keep coming back to my mind and I can't control it.
After that, I started walking out on the road. A bar was nearby a truck stop. I walked inside as a mysterious stranger from out of town. As I walked past a huge biker man, he slapped my butt and laughed as I turned back in disgust.
"What will it be?" The bartender asked me.
"I'll take the Bud Light," I answered.
He handed me a bottle and I took a big sip. My eyes looked around the place. A startling glimpse caught my eye.
Outside of the window was a mysterious figure wearing a black hood jacket. It must be a guy and he was too far away for me to take a good look at her face. The only unusual feature he had was his shaggy brown hair, which reminded me of someone. Then, he walked away.
That creepy guy looked like he was spying on somebody. The black hoodie and the way he stood there was just weird.
I stood up and was about to walk out of the bar. Before I could leave, someone slapped my butt again. I stopped and turned around. The huge biker smiled at me.
At that moment, I grabbed his arm and threw him across the floor. His body hit the jukebox on the other side of the room. It stopped playing and he fell to the ground unconscious.
"You're not from around here, are you?" The bartender asked me.
"Every bartender has to ask the stranger the same exact question," I replied.
Nobody knows me. I don't know anybody. It's hard not being surrounded by people you know and love. Maybe this nomadic phase I'm going through isn't working out for me.
If only Ethan was still here, he was my reason for existing. Why should I give up my life for someone who's already gone? I'm never going to that beautiful city in the sky anyways.
I started walking. There was no turning back. There was nothing left for me anywhere in the world except one place.
No one knew where I was, but they knew that I would leave. Erica, Benny, and Rory knew that I couldn't last another minute in Whitechapel. I deeply missed them and it was hard to leave them.
Erica told me that she didn't want to be with the nerdy losers. Rory didn't want me to go because I was going to be missed a lot. And Benny's reply was that we all needed to move on.
I know Ethan would've wanted me to move on, but I just can't.
I looked up into the sky. A bright light caught my eye. The light was getting bigger and bigger. What the hell was it? It couldn't be a star. All I know is that it was heading straight for me.
A flash of light blinded me into unconsciousness. I felt my face twitching and my toes wiggle.
Where am I? What's happening?
At last my eyes opened. I was lying on my back staring up at the bright blue sky. The fresh autumn breeze made me twitch a little.
I stood up on my feet and looked around. Something about this place seemed familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then, a clue gave me the answer. I front of me was a town sign.
"I'm home," I mumured as I looked the sign that read Whitechapel.