It all started on a cold, rainy night. While my so-called family partied at an all-inclusive gala and my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend Allie Sharpe made out at her house; I was laid out in a dismal alley beaten, tortured, and undone- in a word dead, or nearly dead to say the least. I was unloved in my neighborhood. My parents and I argued all the time due to me not being like the other West Lange High School kids; my sis and brother Thomas and Stefanie accused me of touching their things; and to top it all off, my teachers thought I was making trouble while I was just merely meditating.

            The men who killed me were my deadbeat uncle Chester Sanders and his no good cronies. By the time they’ve finished me, they were laughing, carousing, and in a drunken stupor. The last thing I heard my uncle say was “At least my sister and Ryan are finally rid of their worthless daughter.”

            “Yeah, man,” one of his loser suck-ups said, snickering. “Now, your nephew and niece can have it all while the dead girl is rotting in the Port St Joe County Morgue.”

            They all thought I was dead. A corpse, just waiting to use for worm food. Truth be told, though, I wanted to die. At least my family and neighbors would be better off.

            Minutes passed that turned into hours. I grew impatient, wondering why death was taking way too long. Then I heard something. Footsteps. Death I wondered. I closed my eyes, thinking, if this is death, let him come for me right now.

            I heard a cough and voices, muttering. Are they guys or girls?

            “Be gentle with her, Liam.” “I am, Bro, chill. She is the Milsons’s rightful heir after all.” “We got to get her back to the Parlor ASAP.”

            “I let out a small moan. “What…” I managed out.

            The one named Liam said gently, “Don’t talk, Ms. Milsons. You’re safe with us now. You’ll be joining us real soon.”