I turned white…. Like the color of a creepy insane asylum white. I never thought I would be flying towards my death spot.

The death spot of my sister.

We landed a few feet away from the bridge. Its small and worn down now, I bet no cars use this bridge.

I hold my breath as Spencer grips my hand tighter. “It’s ok.”

She watched me die here. If she can do this so can i.

We both take the first step onto the bridge silently. I can feel myself being drawn to the edge of the bridge. Its weird.

I can see it still. Kyla staring at me and then she just throws herself over. I still don’t understand why she did it.

As we get closer to my spot I stop and clench my jaw tightly. “I’m scared.”

I just spoke the truth! Fo real! I’m getting better at this.

Spencer pulls me into her squeezes me tightly. “I’ll be right here through everything.” She kisses me softly.

I pull back and sigh. “So what exactly do we have to do?”

Her whole body tenses in my arms, her eyes turn cold.

“You have to die…” she moves her whole away from my as I shudder. “The bridge is what signifies your death. Not the ground below it. you died the minute you let go of the bridge.” She looks away as her voice cracks.

I can hear her sniffle slightly.

I left her alone…. That day…. I left her alone with just my memory.

I pull her into me despite protest. “I’m sorry Spencer…. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She pushes me away. “It was a 100 years ago.”

I shake my head. “I wasn’t thinking, it happened so fast.”

“Its ok really, I’m over reacting.” She wipes away her tears. “Are you sure about this Ashley?”

I blink. “I’m sure I want to be with you.”

She nods. “This is going to hurt a lot…. Its like trying to skin yourself with a butter knife.”

What a great example Spencer! Boost my confidence!

“Well ok then….”  I squeak and smile. “SO tell me what to do.”

Spencer takes my hand and positions me at the exact spot that my body last stood. “I need the knife.”