We were back on the street; I'm wearing a pink tank top underneath a magenta croptop & daisy dukes. Tied around my waist is a pink jacket & I'm in my favorite pink boots. "C'mon... we gotta talk." I took Jack's hand & started walking. "Hey, knock it off. I can walk on my own." he said, face red. "You just came back from the dead & you really think you can walk on your own?" he sighed, not letting go of my hand.

We finally reached the park & when I let go of his hand, it fell off. We both stared at it for a while.

"I-I-Is that my-"

"Yup... it is."

"I'm gonna puke."

"Baby. Let me fix it."

I took the hand & held against his wrist, mumbling these words. "Niaga Elohw Emoceb Rof Em." when I let go, his hand was back to normal.

"Ok, now that we have that out of the way, I know you must have-"

"What the hell was that?"

"You mean in general or the whole hand thing."

"How bout we start at the FUCKING beginning."

I sighed. "Ok. My mom then!"

"We drove?" I nodded. "You died & came back to life. I though a car ride would help you calm down. Or would you have rather Shadow Warped?" He shrugged. "I don't wanna know what that means." I open the door to be greeted by a small black cat. She stared at Jack who grew stiff. "Jackie, no staring. C'mon. Inside. Show me Mommy." she walked off as I heard humming coming from the kitchen. "Hey Mom? Reaped Company." I walked into the kitchen to see her in a black tank top & baggy jeans. Her brown hair was in a bun & she was cleaning a dark grey sword with faintly glowing dark red text. "I saw what happened & you handled it pretty well. No one remembers a thing. But what's this abo-Jack?" he kept his head down as my mom gave him a tight hug. "I am... we all are so sorry. You must have some questions. Please, sit on the couch."

"I was born dead, as a Traditional Reaper. I moved on the souls of warriors, fighters, people who put their lives on the line for someone else. As I grew older, newer Reapers were being born & made. Some living among humans, becoming their friends. Keep in mind, we don't like death, we hate it. We've seen how it's torn families apart." Jack took a deep breath.

"So why save me?"

"We can give people a second chance at life after a suicide or murder, it just depends on the Reaper. The younger ones, like Casket here-"

"Hold up. Your name is Casket!?!"

"If we could focus please."

"S-Sorry."

"As I was saying, the younger Reapers, since in schools they're learning about Suicide Prevention, tackle this part of Reaping."

"At first, the Elder Reapers didn't take us seriously. They got pissed when Mom took my advice & reincarnated Jackie."

"The cat... is a dead chick?"

My mom sighed. "Oh boy. This is gonna take longer than I thought." Jack just grabbed the arm of the couch. "Can you heal?" I was taken back by the question.

"Can we heal?"

"Yeah."

"I-I mean... I can a little, but Mom can't."

"What if I become a Reaper? Can I heal?"

"Jack, that takes years & years of training... b-besides, there's no guarantee that-"

"If I die, right here, right now, could. I. Heal."

"Maybe..."

"Kill me, or Reap me, do whatever you have to."

"Jack, I'm not going to kill you."

"You said you'd make my life up to me. Do it now!"

Jack reached to grab me, when my mom pointed her sword at his throat. I've never seen him so determined to do something. "Young man, while I'm sure your intentions are pure, you shouldn't throw your life away on a maybe." she lowered her sword & Jack clicked his tongue. "Tch... whatever." he walked out, slamming the door behind him.