I've heard people say that when you die,you see a bright light with clouds and angels coming to get you.

That is a damn lie, because I'm almost certain that I'm dying and I see no bright light or angels.

I am cognizant, however, of the fact that I am engaged in a continuous fall into nothingness.

Darkness, silence and loneliness.

Well I'd rather be dead and lonely, than alive and with Demetri, so I'm totally fine with this arrangement.

Suddenly the darkness became shades of gray, constantly lightening until everything around me was white.

Okay then, maybe they weren't lying.

"Archer." A raspy voice hissed, and I rapidly spun around. There is no one there.

"Archer." The voice said it sounds feminine. It's familiar but I can't place it, that is until a bright orange dress appeared out of thin air.

The dress was long, bearing skinny, almost skeletal arms from the sleeves. Slim bony fingers formed and reached out in my direction as the cranium of the skeletal formed on the body.

I stepped back a few times. The reality that I'm actually dead bitch slapped me as I recognized that I will be like that skeleton in a little while.

I screamed and turned to run but then realized there is nowhere to go.

"You can't run from me Archer, I'll always find you little girl." The skeleton said behind me.

Holy shit!!!! I committed suicide to get away from Demetri and now I'm being haunted by a skeleton in the after life. Well at least it hasn't hurt me as yet, unlike Demetri.

Must I have no peace?

"What do you want?" I asked finally facing up to the skeleton.

Might as well, I have nowhere to run anyway.

"Do you know what you have done?" It said, well it sounds like a she and it's wearing a dress so it should be a woman.

Unless.........it's a drag queen. It doesn't matter anyway, still a she, no biggie.

"What did I do?" I asked squinting my eyes in confusion, well I did kill myself but that's kind of obvious.

"Your prince will never let you go Archer." The voice said and something snapped into place, I know who it is. "You do not have the luxury of death."

"Madam Leveau." I said in recognition. She always calls Demetri 'Your Prince's when he is mentioned in our conversation. Not that we've had many conversations.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked.

Wait a second! If I'm dead and she's here is she dead too?

"I'm not dead and neither are you?" She replied. I said that out loud.

"So where am i?"

"You're in between life and death, your prince is trying to bring you back to life but you're fighting him."

"I'm not doing anything." I said defensively. "And bring me back with what? He may be powerful but he's not a damn god, he can't breathe life into someone."

"No, he can't, but he can heal you with his blood since you weren't dead when he started giving it to you." She said moving closer to me. "You're necklace is almost finished."

"I don't want it anymore, I want to stay here." I said desperately

"You can't stay here, you'll either die or you'll go back."

"Then I'll die I can't go back, I'll die emotionally if I go back." I pleaded feeling tears fill my eyes.

The bright light framing Madam Leveau flickered a few times before settling into a dimmer light with a yellowish hue.

"You're in a coma, but your Prince's blood is working fast, you'll wake up soon."

"He's not my prince." I muttered miserably fuming.

Trust him to do everything to try and get me back.

"Is that what you came to tell me?" I asked wrapping my arms around myself as I felt a wave of sadness hit me with the knowledge that I have to return to the real world that I'm coming to hate a little bit more everyday.

"No, I need something for the necklace and you must bring it to me." Madam Leveau said, the light around her getting dimmer by the second.

"What do you need?"

"Hair." She said simply.

"Hair?" I asked confused, the hell does she need hair for, "what kind of hair and what will you do with it?"

"Yours and your Prince's hair. I need it for the necklace to work." She said, her body beginning to dissolve into the darkness which was quickly swallowing the light.

"Bring it to me before the month ends Archer." She screamed her parting words before the darkness sucked her away.

The solid structure I felt beneath my bare feet began to tremble as a loud rushing sound filled the now dark void and I was falling once more.

This time however, I was falling through my memories instead of just darkness.

On instinct, I grabbed at my happy memories, those of my family before the Cindy incident, me with friends, my trips to Aruba, school achievements, parties, football games and some other memories.

Most of my memories coiled around me seeping into my brain, they stretched like a role of tape and wrapped around my head before entering my forehead.

I watched as all the memories made their way to me, I accepted almost all of them.

When the memories of Demetri came up I started to fight them, I tried to Rip them from the stretchy material which my memories were painted upon.

A canvas of my life that I was trying to tear apart. Well I was only tearing away the parts that caused me the most grief.

That part just so happened to be where Demetri is concerned.

Tugging at the memory fabric, my fingers tore through the material causing blotches in the memories containing Demetri, that wasn't enough, I pulled and pulled at it until the part containing Demetri vanished, the material was still there but the images were no longer on it.

Instead, the pieces of memory which contained Demetri, floated around me as the blank part of the memory material finally made its way into my head.

I began falling once more, the darkness gradually lightened until I was blinded by glowing golden lights, before falling into darkness once more.

Surfacing from the darkness, I could hear voices. I couldn't open my eyes or move my body but I could hear.

"Why won't she wake up?" A deep male voice inquired sounding worried. "She's been out for a day, when will she wake."

"Her body is replenishing itself, damaged tissues are recreating themselves. She will wake when it's finished, regeneration cannot be rushed." A shaky voice said sounding scared.

"Will she be alright?" A female voice said sounding close to tears, mom?

"Yes ma'am, give your daughter some time to wake on her own." The shaky voice responded.

I fell back into unconsciousness for a while before waking again.

"This is all your fault." The same female voice from before said tearfully.

It's my mother, her voice filled with an accusatory edge.

"I was not the one who pushed the drugs into her veins." Another voice said.

"No but you pushed her to kill her self because you were an overbearing bastard."

"I didn't do anything, I told her that I loved her and that I wanted us to work, then this happened."

"I want you to stay away from my daughter. All you do is hurt her."

"I refuse to sta........" Everything fell silent, and dark once again.

Blinking a few times, I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room.

The white of the room gave no illusion of space as the numerous medical equipment and tables crowded the room. A hospital room.

I became aware of the beeping beside me and turned my head to see the heart monitor connected to me.

Turning to my right, I saw my mother's pregnant figure asleep in a small uncomfortable looking chair by the side of my bed.

I feel bad seeing her sleeping there like that.

"Mom." I called, my voice coming out rough and scratchy from not being used for a while.

Her head snapped up. A look of pure relief and heart shattering joy consumed her face as she jumped from the chair as fast as her body would allow and made her way over to me.

"Oh my God!" She said, her eyes filling with tears as she enfolded me in a hug, her arms wrapped around me making me feel safe and loved.

But safe from what? The question lingered in my mind as I returned her hug.

"You're okay, thank God you're okay." She sobbed burying her face in my neck.

"I'm fine." I said my voice cracking because of the dryness of my throat and the emotion threatening to choke me.

Mom pulled away from me and poured me a glass of water from a clear pitcher placed on the small side table beside the bed that I was confined to.

I took it gratefully and drank, the coolness of the water soothing my burning throat.

"Thank you." I said great fully handing her the glass.

"I was so worried about you." Mom said climbing onto the small bed with me, I scooted over to make space for her. "I thought I'd lost you." She said, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"It's alright, I'm still here." I replied patting her back.

"I'll go get the doctor." She said standing from the bed and making her way to the door.

After she left the room, I took note of the four IVs attached to my wrists and elbows.

I couldn't be in such a bad way to have four different types of fluids attached to my body.

The numerous IVs were soon forgotten as the desire to pee crashed into me with the force of a large wave hitting the shore.

I have to go right now. I thought, tugging the needles of the IV from my wrists with subtle winces.

I Detached the heart monitor from myself and climbed from the bed.

Pain rocking every muscle in my body causing me to shakily stumble into the bathroom, I hurriedly pulled off my panties and relieved myself.

I sighed in relief as the pressure on my bladder vanished.

Finishing up, I washed my hands.

Looking into me mirror above the sink, u took note of my messy hair which lacked moisture. It looked wild and in tamed, like birds had been nesting in there.

My face appeared to be glowing with health, my lips had a natural pink tint and my cheeks had a healthy pinkish tint to it.

I don't look like someone who should be in a hospital, I look completely healthy, better than healthy.

Not being vain or anything but I really don't look sick or anything close to it.

"Jessabell!" My mother's voice called from behind the bathroom door.

"I'm coming." I said, drying my hands and stepping back into the room.

The doctor looked at me then at the clipboard in his hands.

"Miss Archer I'm Dr. Grey, how are you feeling young lady?" He inquired, smiling at me slightly.

"Fine, a little hungry but fine." I said climbing back into bed.

"Hunger is a good sign considering you're close contact with death." The doctor said, his voice acquiring a reproachful edge.

"I'm okay now." I said "Can i go home?" I inquired and he chuckled

"No ma'am, you may not." He said, "let me run some checks to make sure your vitals are in order then if you're as okay as you claim to be you can go to school tomorrow."

He proceeded with his checks, my eyes, ears mouth heart beat blood pressure and a few other things.

"You're alright for now miss Archer. You may have something to eat now, preferably soup, nothing heavy."

"Dr. Grey can I play football when I'm given the all clear."

"You seem perfectly healthy but let's not push it, give it a few days before you get back on the field, okay little lady?"

"Yes sir." I said and he left.

"I'll go get your friends." Mom said walking to the door and motioning someone in.

Monique, Derek, Toddy, Dallas, Rick, Kaitlyn and Collin rushed into the room.

They all gushed about how worried they had been about me, scolded me then hugged me asking how I feel.

We were in the middle of a conversation when I felt eyes watching me. These eyes felt different from those of my friends, they felt more intense.

I looked up to see a person standing in the door way of my hospital room. His ripped body clad in dark blue Jeans, a white button up shirt with a black vest over it.

His black hair neatly in place and his gray eyes stared at me with relief and concern.

"Mom." I called and she stood from the chair and walked over to me.

"Who's that?" I asked subtly motioning to the person by the door with a slight movement if my head.

"You don't know him?" Mom asked in surprise and I shook my head.

"Should I?" I replied confused, what am I missing everybody is staring at me like I forgot something important.

"Do you remember what happened before you came to the hospital?" Mom asked and I shook my head.

"What do you remember?"

"I don't know, my memories are a bit blotchy. But I remember football practice on Friday, I remember Marcus taking me down and then nothing else." I said wracking my brain to remember but everytime I tried to pull at the blank spots in my memory pain shoots through my brain.

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"Jessabell he's Umm." Mom began in certainly like she was contemplating telling me.

"Who is he?"

"I'm your mate Jessabell." The man standing by the door said and I physically backed up.

"Excuse me?"