You have to realize that you're in this alone. You do have family, friends and all that, but you will leave alone to continue the rest of your life after you die. That's if you do believe in having a spirit-self.

I was having an existential crisis. I know, it's absolutely ridiculous considering the fact that I was dead. Bad timing Lola. 

Right after I'd been whisked away by Liam and not in a princessy manner, he'd left me all alone with just one word and instruction, "Stay!". I felt like a naughty puppy. Where else would I go? I could feel my palms sweating as I fidgeted in my seat. 

What was taking him so long and where was he?

I sat and played with my hands. My mind was far away. Nothing made sense to me, at all. Seeing everyone else living life without me was very unreal. I could hear them, watch every single aspect of their being, very closely, yet to them my existence was naught. I was gone. I had walked into the light and was living among the angels in heaven and all that bullshit we hear. Do forgive my outburst.

This other part of life was driving me up the wall. I could not leave without Liam's help and the in-between was very bland. There was nothing I could do apart from wait. So I did and the thoughts in my head were taking over. 

None of us enjoys the constant mind chatter we have going on especially when everything around us is silent! Just imagine it... no sound, nothing.

I gave into my madness and shot up from my seat, walked back and forth between the four walls, and eventually took off my coat. I was beginning to sweat. Profusely. When my mind couldn't take any more of the raging voices, he decided to show up and save me from myself.

"Good gracious! What took you so long!" I burst out instantly. He stood a few feet from me and simply stared. Long and hard. Something was off with him. The blue in his eyes seemed dull somehow. I felt like I was staring into the sea without my glasses on, full-on myopic effect.

"Are you going to stand there the entire time or are we going to head back?"

As he walked towards me, every sense I had was screaming at me to run. The air around me thickened and my body grew tense. What was he doing to me?

"Has it ever crossed your mind that I never answer to you?" Liam said, taking calculated steps towards me. "That the opportunity I'd given you was just but a chance and that your full co-operation is demanded and not asked for? That when I say we need to leave, I mean Every. Single. Word? Now, Lola, I'll say this only once," he continued, pinning me to the wall and staring down at me. "There are more like me, far worse and less caring. If anyone of them spots anything out of the ordinary, they will come after you. Believe it or not, love, they will get their hands on you."

His proximity to my face was alluring yet stiffening. Whoever the others were, they already knew about my presence and my only chance was to suck up my drama and listen to Liam. I straightened up and he slowly leaned away from me.

"I'm sorry," I said, under my breath, keeping eye contact.

That's when I noticed them, the light bruises around his neck, more like lines. I leaned in to take a closer look and he swiftly took a step back. What in heaven's name had happened to him?