It's funny isn't it? When your dead you hear voices, but some people who are alive hear voices anyway. Its like a gift that you can't return, because theirs no receipt. No one wants it, but they have to live with it, in a matter of speaking I mean.
"Sonia can you hear me?" It was blurry and hard to see, I didn't know where I was, who I was, how I got here. I could feel my body being slapped and pinched,
'Why don't they leave me alone?'
"Wake up!" No, I want to lie here forever, were no one can hurt me, go away.
"Get up!" I opened my eyes to find I was sitting in someone's living room, I didn't recognize it at all. It had various pictures of family members on the wall, the wallpaper was dirty and old, and peeling off to leave dirt marks and what looked like blood stains.
A girl no older that me was watching me closely, who was she?
"I'm sorry, I had to wake you up before you feel into unconsciousness." I looked down and saw my upper body had been bandaged up.
"Hi.... I .... er.... don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" She sat with her eyes fixated on me, then after a few seconds she spoke.
"I am Jonia, sister of Kepp. He owns this town and I am sorry to say, he is the reason you nearly died." What? How could I not be dead after what happened?
"Your telling me the crack pot boy who's keeping children in the mill and tried to kill me because I came to help them is your brother? Hahaha......... that's funny."
"I have to apologize on his behalf, please forgive him". She looked scared and...