#beaconhellstarter

It was AP Biology, she should of been awake and taking notes, but the lack of sleep the past few nights had caught up with her, and only the loud ring of the bell woke her up. She woke in a start, heart racing form the suddenness of it. She quickly gathered her stuff before she tripped, papers flying and she landed, hard on her elbows. “ -- Perfect.”

“Shit. It’s been so long since I played Lacrosse, I actually forgot how bad I really am at this... and how exhausting it is. Someone carry me off this goddamn field immediately.”

“I’m sorry -- what?”

She’d lead the horse through the back patch of woods behind her grandparents house, the trail getting tough to see in the dark. With her horse getting more spooked than she was used too, she decided it would be best to just walk him back to the small pasture her grandparents owned. If she thought it was just the horse getting spooked, she was wrong. A voice had caught her off guard, causing her to jump whilst holding the reigns.                   “ -- Hello?”

“Is this what’s considered an art gallery here?” Viola remarked with clear judgement in her tone. “If it wasn’t for lack of death in this town, I couldn’t find a reason to stay.”

“I- don’t want to bring up a touchy subject... but is it true, what they said about the uh, dead? ... They’re coming back?”

“I don’t know how I always end up coming back home, but I do.”