My expression is vacant as I stare into the mirror. I watch as long fingers reach out to me, a soft voice calling my name, but it sounds so... distant. A sudden snapping noise jerks me out of my trance. Kianna is leaned down, looking concerned, her hand waving in front of my eyes. I blink and look up at her and she sighs, "Am I really that boring?"

I smile sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just a little bit out of it right now," I mumble, looking at the floor. Really, my mind is swarming with thoughts of last night when I talked to Death. In person. Well, I blush, we did a little more than talk.

"I can tell," Kianna flicks her hand, pulling back strands of my hair into a fancy up-do.

"You know it doesn't really matter how you put my hair, he'll find me attractive either way." Did Death find me attractive? Is that why he kissed me? I still don't even understand why I see him.

"Yeah, yeah. Just let me do my thing."

I shrug, a tiny smile pulling at my lips, but my thoughts are still consumed by him. Death. Why did he kiss me? I try to distract myself by asking, "Kianna, what do I look like to you?" I sense her tense up for a second. They all know it's a sensitive topic for me. Quickly, she presumes her work.

"Well," she meets my eyes in the mirror, "you look pretty similar to when I saw you last time. Same vibrant red hair and emerald green eyes. The thing that's different this time, which surprised me, is that your skin tone is fair, while last time it was a warm brown. I didn't know that could change, too."

I look back at myself in thought, "Yeah. I think the only thing that really stays the same is my body type. And my dumb metabolism.

Kianna laughs, "Girl, I'd kill for your metabolism. Any girl would."

"It's unnatural," I try to protest, but she flicks me on the back of my head.

"Be grateful."

I roll my eyes and giggle, and we fall back into a comfortable silence.

"Hey, Sev?" Kianna pauses, asking my permission to continue.

"Yeah?" Permission granted.

"What do you see? When you look at yourself?"

My eyes widen, and I turn back towards her in surprise. No one's ever asked me that before. I stare for a moment in wonder before turning towards the mirror again. I really look at myself. "Well, I have the dullest brown hair with the tiniest wave, and plain grey eyes. My skin is... fairly tan I would say. I'm not gorgeous. Honestly, I don't think I'm even that cute. I have too many freckles to count and my nose is too small. But, in a way, I guess I could be a 'Next-door girl' kind of cute." I was about to continue, but something about me made me hesitate. My eyes. They seemed familiar. Like the kind of familiar you feel when you see someone for the first time in a few years, but you've forgotten who they are. I squinted at myself and then suddenly- I blacked out.

A pair of familiar grey eyes are staring at me. I giggle and throw my tiny arms around a long, slender neck. Two arms embrace me and hold me tight. I look up again, smiling. The woman is me. Except it looks nothing like me. The skin around her eyes are tight with age, and silver strands of her hair are falling carelessly into her face. Is this me in the future? I think, but notice a few contrary features. Her face is long and she has a square jaw, while my face is small and round. But our eyes. Our eyes are the exact same. Big, round, and grey. The woman who looks like me but is not me brushes her nose against mine and allows a warm laugh to escape through her lips. But it is with a fearful look in her eyes that she says the words:

"Come on, darling, we gotta go meet up with Daddy for dinner."

I gasp, jerking upwards out of my trance. My breath staggers as I try to grasp the dream. The vision. A sharp pain jolts through my body, and I begin to shake. Suddenly, A massive arm comes into view and pushes me back down, digging my shoulder blades into a hard object beneath me. My ears are ringing. The floor. I'm laying on the floor. I gasp in shock and try to struggle, my vision going blurry from distress. The background noise confuses me and blends itself into static. Look at the attacker, my instincts scream. I jolt my head upwards, almost painfully, and run into a stone cold gaze.

Suddenly, the background noise comes into focus. "Seven!" Rev kneels over me, holding me steady, "What is wrong with you?"

I swivel my head around and I see both Damien and Kianna standing near, concern overflowing their expressions.

"Seven, are you okay?" Rev frees my arms, squatting next to me. I look back towards him and notice a small bruise forming on the right side of his jaw. My breathing slows.

I reach up to brush my thumb over the bruise and furrow my eyebrows, "What happened?" I meet his eyes but he looks away, a flash of sorrow penetrating his deep gaze. I sit up, drawing my knees close, "What's going on?"

Rev plows his fingers through his hair in concern, and sighs, "Me and Damien were sitting on the couch when Kianna ran downstairs yelling that you had passed out. When we ran upstairs you-" Rev's voice cracked, but he strained to continue, "you started screaming. You just started screaming and thrashing around and we couldn't do anything." My eyes widened as he looked away, emotion clouding over his face.

I was screaming and thrashing around? I look at the bruise again and gasp, "No. Don't tell me I did that-" I reach my hand out again, but he gently pushes it to the floor.

"I'm fine, Sev. What's more important is what happened to you? Does it hurt?"

I shrugged, clinging on to the memory, "I had a weird dream, but I don't even really remember it." Liar. "But no, it doesn't hurt. I'm really fine." Liar.

Rev searches my expression, and somehow finds something convincing in it, because he nods in relief. He stands up, helping me up along the way. My knees wobble, but I lock them in, refusing to fall. Kianna walks over, "You sure you're okay?" I nod and she turns back towards Rev, "So, what do we want to do? Wait a month until he comes back into town?"

He? He who? Suddenly the day's events rush back to me. Zach. The club. Shoot.

"No," I cut in, surprising both of them, "I'm not hurt, I can still do it."

Rev begins to protest, but Kianna shushes him, "It might be our only choice."

I nod in determination.

Rev turns towards Damien, who's been awfully quiet. Damien's face is solemn. I look at him, questioning him with my eyes. He doesn't look at me, but his expression is deep in thought.

"It's her choice."

Kianna nods, and we walk out, ready to go catch a sin.