When Claudia got to her room, her phone rang for about the fifth time since she got home. “He isn’t going to give up until I answer, is he?” she thought with a sigh. She pulled her phone out of her purse and answered the call. “You finally answer? What was your plan, to ignore me forever?” Sean said, his voice laced with anger and hurt. “What do you want Sean? It is late and frankly I have no energy for fighting,” Claudia said her voice laced with fatigue and pain. The almost broken sound of Claudia’s voice nullified his anger, and he became concerned. “What’s wrong?” he asked her, his voice much softer than before. “What’s wrong? Heh, you’re asking me what’s wrong? Oh, I don’t know,” Claudia started, her voice rising an octave with every word until she was practically screaming, “Maybe it has to do with me catching my now ex cheating on me on his birthday, or maybe it’s becoming obvious to me that I am such a monster that even in this lifetime you scumbags think you can treat me a

After showering, her mind had calmed down enough to fall asleep, but her dreams weren’t any better. The moment she closed her eyes, she was greeted by a hauntingly familiar presence. “What are you doing Claudia?” the figure asked, and Claudia shook her head firmly. “This is obviously my dream so I should be asking you that, especially since you’re dead and all,” she said giving a slight, defeated chuckle. This time the figure chuckled and shook his head, “Haven’t you learned this yet, Claudia? Not everything is what it seems to be,” he said, “Besides, I am not the one punishing myself because of how I was born, now am I?” “No, you are just the one that went and got himself blown up do to what he was born at, aren’t you Volk? You really have no room to lecture me, you couldn’t even keep your promise to the person you claimed to love. Please just tell me why you are evading my dreams when you are dead? Do you want me to hate myself more?” “You hating yourself is not, never has, and