• When I think of how I die, it usually around my friends and family, dying peacefully. Of curse with my luck that doesn't doesn't go according to plan. I was walking home from my friend's house when a black Hummer came out of nowhere and hit me. The last thing I remember seeing before everything went dark was a beautiful boy with the blackest hair and forest green eyes. There was a faint sound of sirens in the background. After that time seemed to stop my body didn't hurt anymore. Everything was peaceful, all my troubles didn't seem to matter. So you can see how terrified I was when I started to feel something cold pressed against my back and something wet kept dripping on my forehead. There was some scratchy material covering my naked body. Why was I naked? I tried to lift my arms but my body felt so heavy. Giving up trying to move my body I just focused trying to make sense of what was going on. I heard the most beautiful voice. I couldn't quit make out what it said. I had the sudden urge to open my eyes. Try as I might. They felt like they were sewed together. More wet stuff hit my forehead. I heard the voice again and this time i could under stand what he said "Why isn't she moving?". Someone answered him "We could have been to late". The beautiful voice seemed to consider it. Then finally spoke after a pause "No, the soul has left the body yet". I could feel them staring at me. The beautiful voice whispered in my ear "Wake up, Mia", while repeatedly poking me in the cheek. I could feel my face cringe in aggravation to his poking me in the face. I heard him gloat to his friend about being right. No matter how beautiful he sounded, this boy was starting to get on my nerves. Why couldn't he let me die in peace. Deciding they weren't going to leave me alone until I wake up. Now feeling lighter I open my eyes. The owner of the beautiful was equally as beautiful. He seemed familiar. It only took a second to realize who he was. He was the last person I ever saw. He was exactly how I remembered him. The same glossy raven black hair and a pair of green eyes I could get lost in and never care to leave. Of course now that I wasn't dying I noticed how his skin was slightly tan and his slender but slightly muscular he was. I sat up straight forgetting that I was naked. The sheet slid down. I quickly covered myself up but not fast enough that they didn't see. The boy next to him handed me a pair of scrubs. This one I haven't seen before. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was sort of pale and not very tall. When taking the scrubs I felt his fingers. They felt like they were made of ice. I was about to slide into the scrubs but when I glanced at the boys they were still looking at me."Excuse me" I said so that they would realize that they needed to turn around. Except Green Eyes just looked confused and Blue Eyes just stood there like a statue. Green eyes asked "What's wrong, need help". I could feel my face heat up. "Please turn around" I asked to so embarrassed, I kept my eyes on the scrubs. I could feel him making an "Oh" face. I quickly slipped into the scrubs. Not without realizing out stuff I was or how bruises covered every inch of my body. "Okay, done", I whispered. "Well, now that's done lets go" Green Eyes announced. He took my wrist and practically dragging me to the door. "Stop", I exclaimed clawing at his hand wrapped around my wrist "Who are you people and what do you want". Green eyes let me go, Then turned to look at me. "Who are you?" I repeated myself. There was a long awkward pause. Green Eyes broke it by saying, "You want to know who we are". I was starting to think this boy wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. "Yes", duh. "I'm Daniel and this is Thirteen, now then let's go" Daniel reached for my hand. I quickly took a step back. Daniel looked irritated,"Come on we need to go like now". If he thought I was going with him, a complete stranger, then he was sadly mistaken. Daniel turned to Thirteen. Thirteen seemed to know what Daniel wanted. Cause with out any hesitation Thirteen threw me over his shoulder. Daniel and Thirteen started to walk out the double door and into a long deserted hall. The sign over the doors read "Morgue". Oh My God! I had to severely bite on my tongue to stop from screaming. So hard that I tasted blood. It didn't take long to get into the populated area of the hospital. Thirteen laid me down in the same Hummer they hit me with. How did we get to the hospital garage so fast? And why didn't anyone stop these two boys from kidnapping me? Of course that wasn't my number one on my list of problems , that just got bigger every second. No, my number one was that I was dead but I am not any more. I tried to sit up but my started to feel heavy again. I was so scared and frustrated that I started to hyperventilate. Daniel and Thirteen seemed to be in such a rush that none of them noticed. We had been on the rode for about an hour when I passed out.