I  gasped for air, shooting my eyes open and lunging forward as I frantically looked around. I was in my room. Wait, why was it in my room? I knew this was my room because of the walls; they were painted red with white curtains with gold accents lying alongside the windows swaying ever so slightly. I looked at the large brown doors that led into my drawing room, and I began to feel disgusted at the state of this room. I rubbed a hand against my chest slightly before pulling it back and looking at the lack of blood.

 

"Aren't I supposed to be dead?" I muttered to myself as I stared at my hands.

 

"Well, you were," I heard a woman say. I looked over to where the voice came from, and a woman sat on my desk. I jumped out of bed looking for a weapon, and once I spotted my letter opener sitting on my nightstand, I heard her clear her throat. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I heard her say. I turned to her, and she examined her nails with a bored look painted across her face.

 

"W- who the hell are you?" I asked.

 

"Well, it really doesn't matter. I think the question you should be asking is why are you not dead?" She asked, looking in my direction. This woman, she seemed somewhat odd. She had long black hair with her ends colored blue she had caramel skin, and amber eyes. She smiled at me with a subtle, almost seductive smile, making it very hard to look away. I would lie if I said this woman didn't pique my interest, but that should not be my focus. I looked at the attire that she had on, and it was pretty peculiar. She wore black pants with many rips leading up, exposing her beautiful tan legs. Her shirt, well, what was left of it, was white with paint splattered all over. It was pressed tight, covering her extensive chest and exposing her toned stomach. My mind wandered until she snapped her fingers, making me regain focus on the conversation at hand.

 

"I have to be dead. I was killed," I stated, and the woman only responded with a sigh.

 

"Yea, you were," She said, playing with her nails.

 

"Can you just tell me what is going on!" I shouted. My blood ran cold when her hair changed from a cool blue to a fiery red. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, I was shoved against the wall and with her hand wrapped over my throat.

 

"Don't yell at me!" She shouted, lifting me in the air. God, this woman is strong.

 

"F- fine. I- I- I am sorry," I said, and her hair went back to blue as she released my throat.

 

"Sorry, I don't like it when people yell at me," She said, stepping back from me.

 

"W- what are you?" I asked, and she looked at me and scoffed.

 

"That is a bit insensitive, don't you think?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest. I scanned her body again before looking at her face; she was frowning. I looked down again, and she placed her finger under my chin, pushing it slightly up. Even though I was lifted off the ground, I didn't notice until now that this woman was somewhat shorter than me.

 

"My eyes are up here," she said.

 

"S- sorry," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

 

"And since we are on the topic, maybe you should cover up," she said. I looked down and realized that I was in the nude. I looked back at her; she was smirking, and my body felt on fire. I rushed to my bed, grabbed the top sheet, and wrapped it around my waist, holding it tightly.

 

"Now, can you tell me what is happening?" I asked, and she smiled. I almost choked because she started floating and tucking her legs under each other, sitting on nothing but air. I must be dead because there is no way this is possible.

 

"Now, do you want the short or the long version?" She asked. Is there ever a straightforward answer for her?

 

"Whatever makes me understand what is going on," I said, leaning again my bedframe.

 

"Okay, longer version it is," she said, shrugging before raising her hand towards my door. I was going to ask what she was doing. Still, the question died at the tip of my tongue when her hand began to glow white. The door started to glow and changed from ugly brown to a bright white door with glowing blue accents in a language I couldn't recognize. She flew over to the door, placing her hand on it, and pushed it open. I shield my eyes as a white light fills the room.

 

"Are you ready to step into the unknown?" She asked, reaching for my hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat, pushing whatever fear was coming back down. I reached out, taking her hand, and he gave me a small smile, and she pulled me toward her stepping inside.