Cara Morgan was killed in a horrific accident. She has been sent to a parallel universe where the dead thrive. Her parents there didn't know she existed until she died, but her old parents don't know that they could make contact. Cara makes it her mission to re-join her family in her previous universe, but the dead in her world are determined to stop her. Will she ever make it back? Will she ever make contact?
*Awesome cover by Lily Anna Nightshade!*


1. Dying

"Cara! Cara, get out of the road! You'll be hit by a car!" Dalia called out across the road. Cara, however, couldn't hear her; she was listening to her favourite band: Lawson.

"Cara! Please, just move!" Dalia's panicked voice rose to a pleading wail. Cara stopped dead in the middle of the empty road and swung her long arms out, to show how much space she had around her. Casually, she unhooked a headphone from its position in her ear and laughed teasingly.

"Honestly Dal, you're supposed to be my best mate, not my mum! Live a little for once!" She replied, her honey-brown eyes sparkling in the hot afternoon sun.

"If living a little means I wind up dead, I think I'll pass on that one Cara! If you don't want to live anymore, then I'll miss you, but it's your choice, mate." Dalia turned her back on the road, glaring at an old man who walked past, for no reason other than it was good to let her frustration out.

A purr so faint it was practically impossible to catch attracted Dalia's acute sense of hearing. It had to be a car, and judging at how quickly it kept getting louder and louder, it was coming on fast.

Dal spun back around, her heels almost leaving sparks on the parched ground, to see Cara dancing around in the road. She loved Cara to pieces, but sometimes she was such an idiot! However, she had to warn her now.

"CARA! Move yourself out of the flipping road! A car's coming!" And as the words left Dalia's mouth, a roar erupted from the street to the right, and a huge BMW came charging forward. Cara screamed, and the sound hurt Dal's ears. She had to do something .

With no hesitation, Dal went straight for the car, flinging herself onto the bonnet. The scorching metal sent boiling hot arrows to wherever it touched, and Dal shrieked in pain. She'd done it though. She'd heard the screech as the car had stopped.

 She'd saved Cara's life. It was so much to take in, the fact that she would be a hero for once, rather than just the brilliant, bouncy, bright Cara's boring, babyish, black shadow.

But the driver wasn't looking relieved.

Dalia straightened up, and ran for Cara. She couldn't see her,  only the driver of the BMW, who was crouching down by the car, mumbling into his mobile. He was saying something like, 'I don-don-don't k-know w-w-what the, what the hell? What happened? I was only doing thirty, you know, under the limit, I, I, please just hurry!' and as his words sank in, Dal knelt down, to see Cara, blood smeared across her once-perfect face. She didn't have a nose anymore. Her arm was trapped under the wheel, shards of white bone scattered around. Her favourite blue T-shirt had a wet, almost black stain. The stain kept on spreading around the shirt, and Dal saw that it was right over her heart. Through Cara's matted hair, Dal could see her wonderful honey-eyes. They stared back at her, dull and empty. Dalia sat back.

Cara. Cara wasn't dead. She couldn't be, the driver said it himself! Tears bulged over Dal's eyelids and rumbled on down her pathetic face. Dead? Dead? She herself, Dalia Bittern, had saved her, saved her life! But she had failed. Cara had died. Cara had died.

Sirens blared in  the distance. They were coming for Cara, but even Dal knew they were wasting their time. No-one could deny her death if they'd seen the blood-stain on her shirt.

Cara was dead.  She was dead, but she couldn't be. She just couldn't be. But she was, and if there was one thing Dal knew right now, it was this:

 Cara Morgan hadn't wanted to die.


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