"Yeah!" I watched as the group of four walk out of the school.
I envy them...
To be alive, with no worries, no problems. Just life. Being so easy-going. Not making plans, having spur the moment trips to the movie theaters. I miss it... I miss it so much.
It's been fifteen years since then...
Fifteen years ago, I died. Kris had just died, and I felt as though I couldn't go on. I was walking home from school, and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.
It was as if the car appeared out of no where...
I had only a few moments before I was swallowed by darkness, dead. In those last few moments, I prayed.
Please, I don't care what happens, where this takes me. I just want to be with Kris. I want to go where he is...
My wish was granted.
I woke up as if from a long deep sleep. Everything was hazy, but a familiar voice brought me to reality. This was a voice I loved to hear. It was sweet, but harsh. It could be evil, but for me it was soft and nice. It was the voice of the boy I loved. Kris.
"Daisy..." My senses still covered in fog, I looked hazily around.
"Hah...?"
"Daisy?" This time it was more clear.
"What?" I sprung up. "Kris?!" He smiled. Something's different... said a voice at the back of my head. I blinked and shook my head. I don't care! It's him!! "Kris!!" I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Kris, it's you! It's really you!!" Tears came to my eyes as I finally embraced Kris after going two weeks without him. I could feel his strong, familiar arms around me. It was the happiest I would ever be.
I later found that the place I had woken was the land of devils, beneath the Earth's crust. Hell. Why? Why was Kris sent here? Kris... Who are you?
