Memories From a Dead Girl

Nine

I knew he couldn't hear me, but I had to try and get through to him. Maybe there was some psychic link between the two of us and he could feel my presence, like others felt ghosts around them at times. But this was different.

I died, but whether it was because of him still remained to be seen. That was the whole part of this that I didn't understand. If he had killed me, why were my memories of the event so fractured? Unless that isn't what happened.

"Austin!" I shouted.

I knelt down in front of him now and reached out to touch his face, but my hands slid through his cheeks.

"Austin," someone called softly.

I turned my head.

Chloe was there, beyond the bars, her green eyes full of tears.

"Tell me what happened," she said. "I need to know."