My body felt broken, searing pain shot through my arms as I tried to push myself up off the ground. I shrieked and fell back on the cold, stone floor. I cried for a short while and decided to try again, anything was better that lying on the ground. The cold was seeping through the thin blue gown I was wearing. I pushed up once again and found that my arms didn't hurt as much.

Standing up I could see that the room was like a morgue from those crime shows I watch all the time. It was dark but a faint blue light was coming from across the hallway. I walked over to the double doors and pushed them open slightly. It seemed like I was in an abandoned hospital, cobwebs and dust coated the lockers and doorways.

Just as I reached another door a voice came out of nowhere, "Well, what do we have here? Another short timer, huh, this place is filled with them." I turned around to see a boy who looked about fifteen years old, but whose eyes and speech made him much older. He had dark, curly hair that just reached his collar and wore clothes from the 1930's. He looked me over and smirked. I finally realized what I was wearing, a blue polka dotted hospital gown that reached my knees. Luckily it wasn't open backed. I was also bare footed and my hair was back to the way it used to be, a black curly mess that cascaded down to my waist.

I glared at him but his smile only grew bigger. Something about him seemed incredibly dangerous. I tried to move away, but failed when I tripped over nothing and landed ungracefully on my bottom. He laughed so hard that it seemed like he would never stop. Of course he did and he went over to me. By that time I was already on my feet. He grabbed my arms and all of a sudden the pain was back. It hurt so much that I couldn't even scream. In my moment of confusion the boy picked me up and flung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I was too weak to protest.

All I heard before I succumbed to the darkness invading my mind was the boy saying,"Oh, by the way, my name's Paul."

Waking up strapped to a table was not something that normally happened to me, so I kind of freaked out. Paul rushed into the room just as I snapped of the restraints with my new found strength. He looked shocked to say the least, even more so when I jumped off the table and made a mad dash for the door. His arms wrapped around my waist and locked my arms to my chest. I was bit to close for comfort, I could feel his breath on my face. I shivered. "You need to stay here." he said quitely. I saw no other option so I screamed really loudly. It was such a shock that he let go instantly.

I raced out of the dark and soon found myself in an operating room, standing near a middle aged doctor. "Another cross." He muttered and then turned away giving me full view of the body, if you could even call it that. It was a girl, no older than me. I started to notice more similarities, tall stature, mid weight, and a shock of bottle blond curly hair. I heard a low keening wail, it took me a few seconds to realize that it was coming from me. This was my body! Or what was left of it.

That's when it dawned on me...I was dead. Spots danced in front of my eyes and I fainted straight away into Paul's waiting arms, who had snuck up behind me.