The Lost Life

Chapter Three: Friend

Well,since I know that I'm dead now,nobody can hear me,and nobody can see me. Unless they're like me. I felt the need to scream. So I did. "AHHHH-". So body or something cut me off mid-scream. Who?

"Shh...." They said softly. It was a he. He sounded like a voice that I had heard recently. Suddenly I knew name,it was on the tip of my tongue. Something like a Mason. I turned to see who it was.

He had curly black/brown shaggy hair. He looked like he was glad to see me. But who was he? He looked very familiar.

"Katrina?" He asked. He was very excited.

"Yes,I'm Katrina. Do I know you?" I replied.

"We'll let me say you should know me. I'm Jason Anthony,your best friend." He said.

"Yay!" I exclaimed,"You're like me!"

"What do you mean?" Jason asked slowly.

"You mean that you don't know that you're......" My sentence trailed off.

"I don't know that I'm...." He mimicked me.

"That we're dead for some reason," I told him sadly, and quietly.

After a while we got tired. I found an old, white,small, abandoned house. We slept in there for the night. It was nice and peaceful. I was surprised that there wasn't any bugs or anything in there.