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The Inbetween.

5

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, causing me to fall back on the grass and gasp loudly. Fuck.. God, that hurt..
But what did it mean?

I opened my eyes to see a black, hooded figure standing over my grave and smiling at me. What.. Was he doing here?
I looked down at my thumb knuckle, at the '5', and then back at the figure.
He had moved closer.

I was already dead, what could he do to me?
Everything..
If I could still feel the pain in my chest, I could feel his attack.
"Get away from me--"
"Stefan.." He chuckled, shaking his masked head.
"You aren't real.. Just my creation. You are in limbo, for ever doubting me."
I tilted my head, pulling at his hood.

What I saw was undescribable.. Like, a mass of white flesh so distorted you couldn't even reconise it as a living being.
His cold hand touched the skin of my face, pulling something away from deep inside.
I let out a small gag, fighting against it.
No use..
I thought ghosts couldn't be killed again?

He was gone, and I collapsed onto the ground on the re-layed turf over my body- Clinging on to consciousness.
"Amanda.." I rasped.