Beyond The Dead/ Issue 34

My Desperate Pleads - Issue 34 of Beyond The Dead
The citizens of Misty Forest gathered around the podium, in the front lawn of Anthony’s home. Dessi sat behind Anthony who had just took a sip of his water, before beginning his speech. Anthony stepped towards the mic, and tapped it a few times, to capture everyone’s attention.

Anthony: First, I like thank everyone for coming out... So yesterday, a little girl by the name of Angelica Mclemore snuck out at night... And you want to know what happened? Anthony looks around at the crowd, as few of them nod their head.

“Well She was eaten, and killer by biters... Unfortunately, we lose her but we could have easily saved her! But someone here, decided to break the rules and not report it to me! I’m going to ask you my citizens, do y’all want to know who that person is? The crowd began to chant yes, as they were furious about the death of Angelica...

“Well it was our very own therapist, Nadine! Angelica did indeed talk to her! On top of that, she was able to sneak out while Nadine was sleeping! I’m going to ask you, the people of Misty Forest on what we shall do! Should we let the rule breaker stay here, and use out very precious water, warm conditioning, and our food knowing she cost the life of a little girl! Or should we just let her leave to live on her own!? The crowd quickly spoke out, and wanted her gone.

Nadine listened closely from the stand of her door. She quickly seen Greta running towards her with multiple tears in her eyes. Nadine quickly tried to wipe her teary eyes, but it was no help. The two girls shared a hug, as they both made their way into their home.



The crowd begun to slowly expand. Some jumped in joy for the justice that had been served by the citizens. Anthony made his way back towards his home, until he was quickly stopped by a deeper voice.

Deeper voice: How long does she got until she leaves?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Anthony: She has two weeks... Anthony turns around, and look in the eyes of Lionell.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why? Do you have a problem?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Of course! This is bullshit, why the hell does she have to leave? You do nothing besides sit on your ass in the house, while everyone out here are doing community jobs!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Anthony: You know what? I been getting real tired of your shit! Next time, your ass will be out of here! Anthony smirks, and begins to walk back towards him door.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell turned around and begin to smile, just at the fact he pissed off Anthony. Dessi quickly ran in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dessi: Dude, you need to chill! I don’t want you to get kicked out!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Since when did you care, what I’m up to?!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dessi: What are you talking about? I’ve always cared about you Lionell, and you know that! Dessi crossed her arms, as she begun to look even more sad.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Yea, well I don’t right now, and I don’t need you to care for me... Lionell begin to walk away, ignoring Dessi’s plead that she does care for him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell knocked on Nadine’s door... He couldn’t help but feel bad, and regret what he had done. The door still wouldn’t budge after waiting for a minute. Lionell knocked on the door one more time to make sure if anyone was home. Finally the door budge open to a sobbing Nadine.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nadine: What do you want?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and you were right... I didn’t think the town people were like this...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nadine: Well, it’s worthless now... I only have two weeks left anyways.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionel: I know this is wack and all, but I just wanted to let you know, I’m sorry... Lionell tucks his hands in both of his pockets, and makes his way towards home.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell was quickly greeted by his love Willow. The two exchange a kiss, as Lionell wrapped his arms around her head, allowing her to rest on his chest.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Willow: So what do you plan to do?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: I don’t know... I mean I just can’t let her go out there, or she’ll  get killed by biters or the climate... Lionell kisses her warm forehead as the two enjoy each other’s presence, until they came to a stop at the sound of somebody knocking on the door... Lionell let loose of Willow, and opened the door, to C.J. and Jerome.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Yea?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">C.J. Well we just moved here, and I was just wondering is this place actually worth it? It was bullshit about what happened earlier...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: Yea... I mean everything is great... The food, the heat and the shelter! Just the dude who runs it, is a dick...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jerome: Well if you need any help with anything, just let us know... We’re actually living next door...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lionell: No problem, and I’ll remember that....

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick continued reading his book that was titled <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Percy Jackson & The Lightning Theif. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Outside, he could hear the basketball bouncing over and over. He rolled down the window to see who was playing, and notice Bradley first taking the ball to the rim. On the other side of him was NaTwon. Nick quickly stopped looking, once he heard Kelsey call his name. He looked up at her face that had makeup on her cheeks, eyes, and lips.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Tell me... Why do you wear so much makeup?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: Well I mean, it just became a habit, becoming a model and everything...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: I know, but what’s wrong about you not?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: Why, do you not like it?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: You look pretty, but you’re pretty without it :P

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: Aww thanks! Kelsey came over and sat on Nick’s lap.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Babe, can you just get off...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: What’s wrong with you?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: I been around you too much... I want to hang with the guys. Kelsey proceeds to hop off of Nick’s lap.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: Have I done something wrong? Her eyebrows begin to tense up, as she starts to grow a frown.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: No, I just want to hang with the guys, you know?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Kelsey: Okay, I guess I’ll be in here alone... See you later! Nick grabs his red bookmark and marks the page he is on. He sets the book down, and proceeds to give Kelsey a long hug, and a kiss on her lips.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t be out too long!” Kelsey crosses her arm, and smiles.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Of course not! Nick makes his way out of their home, and begins to walk on the side of the house where the park was located.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bradley: Oh shit, Nick! The hell you came from hiding?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Ha-ha, well I have a girlfriend, and I been wanting to hang out with the guys!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bradley: You gonna play ball with us then?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Yea, I guess... Who on my team?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bradley: It’s you, me, Pecks, C.J. and Nate...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: Alright then... NaTwon checks the ball into Bradley. Bradley quickly dribbles the ball and passes to Nick who is wide open from the corner for a three.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">NaTwon: Jay, you just going to let him take that shot?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jay: My white homie ain’t gone bust it! Nick quickly shoots the ball, and drains it. A large smile grows on his face.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nick: I watched too much Larry Bird videos haha! Jay laughed, and shook his head.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jay: Alright, I gotchu!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was about night time, still cold. The neighborhood was silent. Paxtan stood on the edge of the gate on the front porch of his home. He loved to feel the breeze freeze his ears, and defrost them with his hands later. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one up with his lighter. He stood there for 10 seconds watching the ash burn, until finally taking a whiff of it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He blew it out, and thought it was cool how the viewable air mixed with the smoked he just breathed out. He continued to look at the smoke, as it changed into a image of a light skinned woman, with chocolate black hair, look him in the eyes. Paxtan opened his bottle of whiskey and took a sip from the bottle, as he continued to look at the image that looked like his Mother.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: Mom, how’s it hangin! Paxtan smiled as he took another sip from the bottle of Jack Daniels.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: What are you doing Paxtan?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: I’m drinking of course! Paxtan laughed, regarding her “silly” question.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: Look at your self! You haven’t hardly left the house at all! Look around your self too! All these bottles of whiskey, and cans of beer... His mother frowns at Paxtan’s behavior.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: What am I supposed to do then Mother? Paxtan drops his cigarette, and stomps on it, distinguishing the ashes of fire immediately.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: You think you can throw away that bottle honey? Paxtan mother grows a small smile, regarding Paxtan dropping his cigarette.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: If I drop this, what am I supposed to do then? Paxtan forehead begun to grow multiple lines, as he plead for his Mother help.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: That’s up for you too decide! You have so many opportunities for your self! Help people Paxtan!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: Thanks Mother... Paxtan walked towards her to give her a hug. He reached his arm out and leaned in to give her a hug. Paxtan precedes to fall through the her and lands on the ground. He turns around on his back, and looks around him at the shards of glass and his wet button down shirt.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: Baby, I’m not real! Paxtan Mother puts her hand on her chest, as she looks down at her son.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: Well then what are you! Paxtan pupils began to grow much more bigger, and blacker as he realize fear was coming to his eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: I’m your imagination Paxtan! Now get up you’re stronger than this! Paxtan puts both of his hands on the concrete and begins to stand up. He looks down towards both of his hands, that have a few cut from the shards of glass he had broken from the Jack Daniel’s bottle.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: So I can do whatever I want Mother?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan eyes grew closer to each other, as he was desperately trying to find answers to his problems. Paxtan eyes begun to grow ever more blurry, as he fell back on the grass. Paxtan’s Mother grabbed a hold of her chest once again. She snagged off her necklace that resembled as the sun. and threw it onto Paxtan’s chest.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan’s Mother: Bye Paxtan... Me and your Father, love you... Her voice begun to fade too the back of Paxtan’s mind as he begun to struggle not to go to sleep, until finally he couldn’t handle anymore.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan awoken from his sleep. He looked around, and noticed he was in his room. In front of him was Mark setting down a coffee on his desk. He then looked at his hands, that were wrapped up in bandages. Then his chest, he looked at the yellow,shiny Sun, his Mother gave him when he was just a little boy. He opened it up, and seen their family photo, and quickly closed it once he seen Mark staring at him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: You bring me here?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mark: Yea, I came to live with y’all... And I came up, and you were just sleeping on the grass. I checked your hands, and you had multiple shards, but I was able to retrieve them...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: Damn... Look than-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mark: It’s cool... You don’t have to thank me, I’m just trying to do the right things like you’re. Mark then handed him the coffee mug that was sitting on Paxtan’s desk, and made his way out of the warm room. Paxtan sat up in his bed, and took a sip of his coffee. He looked up at the sky, and lifted the necklace on the palm of his hand. He then gave a little peck to the necklaces with his lips, remembering how his Mother used to kiss the top of his hand when he was younger.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Paxtan: Damn... I need to fix my shit...