"She has so many scars." a hushed whisper says, as I feel someone touch my tender skin gently.
It stings, and I want to wake up, or even slap the hand away from touching me, but I'm too tired to even want to move anything.
Eventually, the inky darkness shifts over, and a familiar fog settles over the ground. I'm feeling a little hazy, as I stare at my palms, strange colors emitting from them.
"What's going on?" I ask out loud, my voice echoing out throughout the darkness.
"Are you alright?" A voice asks not too far away from me.
I squint my eyes, seeing the inky darkness shift into a person, and I see a person in a black hoodie with what looks like a scythe, standing not too far away, a concerned expression on his face.
"You're beautiful." I say, trying not to trip as I near him.
