by Kelly McDonald
The essence that was Terry stirred in the darkness, hovering in the rafters, still connected to his corpse by a thick silver cord. He was between the worlds, one foot in and one foot out. His thoughts were scattered but his mind was still aware. He was waking, it was because of her. He could sense she was drawing near.
Terry willed himself to become more present in the here and now, but images of his death kept pounding in on him. He pushed them away… and instead focused on the girl.
He could see his body lying in the room below, the skin marbled in death, the blood pooling under the stillness of his limbs. A sharp pain of disappointment flared through him at the thought of all he had lost. He tried to shrug the disappointment away. He had lost what he had lost, it was too late to worry about all that now. It would be better if he just concentrated on the things he could have, like the girl. He quivered in anticipation.
She would come to him, he could feel it. She would be the love that he never got to experience in his seventeen short years of life. Here she comes, he could feel her, smell her… almost taste her. She was coming now!