And Then There Were Four

"Reborn?" I asked, pausing at the idea. "What do you mean?"

"You don't honestly think that when you die that's just it?" The laughter that escaped her I didn't find amusing. I wasn't asking for her to laugh at me. I didn't know how things worked. My parents only ever told me what I was supposed to know and nothing else. "I don't see what's so amusing."

Taking a moment, she cleared her throat and sighed. "When you die, you're reborn, or at least most of you are. Melissa, like some of the others who are pure-hearted, are given this opportunity."

Hearing this made me feel slightly better, but it didn't stop the ache in my heart from the loss of my friend. "Oh. So am I going to be when I die?"

Freya hesitated a moment, before opening and closing her mouth again before simply smiling.

"That's a conversation for another day, but don't worry, it's nothing for you to bother with right now. All I want you to do is to get situated in your new room."

Before I could reply a soft voice called out from inside my room. "Knock knock!"

Stepping towards the open door, I peered through the sheer black curtains and frowned. A girl stood there about my age with bright electric blue hair that sat in two buns on the top of her head, her eyes a hypnotically glowing green. "Who are you?" I asked before glancing back at Freya.

"This is your assistant for your entire time here. She will tell you anything you need to know and be here to help you get situated. I have a feeling you both will get along very well." Freya replied before quickly making her way towards the door. Running after her, I grabbed her wrist before she could leave my room, and watched as she turned to me with the kindest eyes I had ever seen. "Cassie "

"Tell me that I'm not making a mistake being here... Tell me you can fix me."

Freya's eyes glanced up towards the young woman in the room. "Help her get ready for dinner."

She refused to answer my question and as my grip on her slipped, I watched her disappear down the hallway, out of sight. The silence of my question was almost an answer on its own, and with every bit of hope slipping from me, I quickly realized there was a chance I would never leave this place.

"So-" the girl said cheerfully. "I hope you like the room. It took forever to get things right, but I did manage to get most of your stuff-"

Spinning to face her, I frowned in confusion. "Most of my stuff?"

"Uh-yep." She nodded. "I couldn't bring everything from your room, of course, but your mother helped me pack everything she thought you would want." "You saw my mother... And she helped you pack my stuff?"

The girl raised a brow with a smirk on her lips as she scoffed with laughter. "That's what I said... Did you hit your head on the way here?"

Did I hit my head? Was she being serious right now?

"No. I just didn't know some random girl was going to go through my stuff."

"Oh, I didn't." She laughed. "Well, not most of it, anyway. Your mom picked it out, and I snapped my fingers and brought it here."

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what she did and I could tell she was being as nice as she could be but something about her was off From her perky personality to her hippy style clothing. I couldn't help but wonder if she was one of those peace, love, and freedom kind of people.

"What's your name?" I asked with a sigh as I tried to make the most of my situation.

"Trixie," she replied confidently, her green eyes locked onto me as I slowly moved towards the bathroom. I couldn't say I had ever heard someone with the name Trixie before, but it definitely fit her.

"Cute name." The moment I stepped

"The

in front of the mirror, shock crossed my face. I didn't recognize the woman looking back at me. Dried blood and cuts lined my skin as mud caked parts of my hair and small leaves nestled inside.