Fan Fiction Sunday!

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This FanFic is, according to the writer, what happens after Zoey goes to the Otherworld with Heath.

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“Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It’s not me who doesn’t belong here—it’s you.”

Memory crashed over me, drowning me with despair and darkness and reality as my world shattered, and everything went black.

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Someone was crying, from far away; a man, I think. I could feel a wetness dripping down my body, soaking my clothes and hair. Was I bleeding? Had I died? I couldn’t remember. All I had been thinking about when I ran towards Kalona, spirit in my hand, was Heath, and the danger he was in.

A wave of mental agony washed over me as I thought about Heath, my loving Heath, whom I would never see again. Unless, of course, I had died. I suddenly wished that I had, so I could be with him. He reminded me so much of my former life, my childhood, and more. But then I wouldn’t be able to see Grandma Redbird. If I died, it would break her heart. Just that thought alone strengthened me.

The blackness that had taken me so easily before was fading, and I opened my eyes weakly. I squeezed them shut again as the bright sunlight almost blinded me. I was too weak to lift my arm to shade my eyes, so instead I opened them slightly, and realized that it was in fact, cloudy, and the liquid dripping down me was rain. As I gazed at the sky and gained more of my consciousness, the crying grew louder, and it seemed like the sky was crying.

“Don’t cry, sky, it’s okay, I’ll be with him someday,” I muttered feebly to the sky, who obviously was not crying, but I was out of it, so it looked like it was. I closed my tired eyes again, and shivered in the cold rain. It felt like I was lying on stone, which drained the warmth from me, making me much colder.

I tried to crumple into a ball, to keep me warmer, but all I could manage was to roll kind of onto my side and bend my knees. I shivered again, and as I did the crying stopped. Who was crying? I pondered this, but could come to no conclusion.

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