Ava's POV:"Do you know how long has it been since I died?" I asked the same maid that always came in my room to offer me new set of clothes.Which were always the same. White silk dresses."I'm afraid we don't keep track of time here, miss." She replied in her soothing yet slightly creepy voice.After all, she was dead.Like me.The more I lived here, in Underworld, the more nauseated I became of the surrounding. This was all just too creepy."Maybe you can ask Lord Hayden?" She suggested.I had somehow persuaded Hayden in the past few days, or whatever time it had been here, to show me around in the Underworld. And he had surprisingly, agreed.I could've just stayed here in my room and tried to ignore him after that little incident in the library, but I decided otherwise. I needed to gain his trust. I needed to somehow persuade him to take me back to Earth.This place scared me more than anything. And I needed my life back."Yeah." I murmured with a little nod. "I'll ask him."Later

Ava's POV:I blinked, feeling sad. And angry. And so much more. My best friend was standing in front of me. And I couldn't have done anything to make her feel better. To let her know that I was here, right here, and why couldn't she just see me?Zoe left after that. And I kept standing there for I don't know how long. Judging from their conversation, it looked like I hadn't died. Probably gone off into a coma. For an entire month.I hadn't even realized how quick time passed in the Underworld.But I wasn't in the Underworld now. I was here. And I wasn't going to leave. Not this time.I was interrupted from my thoughts when the door opened again and the doctor came out. Taking that as my cue, I slipped inside my room before the door could've closed.For a whole minute, I just looked around my room. It felt so long since I had been here. My own room.My eyes traveled from the light colored walls to the glass window. And my plants on the window pane. I literally breathed out a sigh of re

A few days later, I found a chance - an opening to visit my Grandma. In retrospect, I shouldn't have done that. It was an absurd thing to do especially when no one sane would’ve expected me to do something so closely related to the accident - to my near death experience, as the doctors called it. But grandma was someone I found comfort in. Her house felt like more of a home to me than the huge mansion I lived in. Grandma didn’t make me feel confined. She knew me - she really, really knew me. Mainly because my new life back at home felt as reclusive as it hadn't been before. I mean, it had been awful before but now even more.I constantly had to steer away from my mom because all she did was check on me and my health and whether I was doing okay. That would've been welcoming only if she wasn't constantly pestering me to eat and look good because her dear guests kept on coming. She wouldnt give me a chance to just breathe, to just be by myself. It was like she was scared of finding me g

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow upon my room. I had hoped for a fresh start, free from the darkness of the previous day's events. But as I stirred in my bed, I could feel the weight of a fever settling in. My head throbbed, and my body ached as if a shroud of sickness had descended upon me.The events of yesterday, the confrontation with Ryan, and the revelation about my connection to the supernatural world had left me emotionally drained. My mother, always the socialite, had insisted on dragging me to a charity event, even when she saw that I was unwell. She believed that attending such gatherings was essential for our family's image.The grand charity event took place near a serene lake on the outskirts of town. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, and the water glistened in the sunlight. My mother was deep in conversation with other affluent guests, oblivious to my discomfort. I tried to put on a facade of wellness, but I

It was a warm summer evening, and my mother had spared no expense to celebrate my birthday. The grand ballroom of our mansion was adorned with opulent decorations, and the chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversations as the well-dressed crowd mingled.The party was a lavish affair, a spectacle designed to showcase our family's status and wealth. My mother had invited an array of influential people, and the mansion's gardens were transformed into a wonderland of twinkling lights, flower arrangements, and tables laden with gourmet delights.Despite the grandeur of the celebration, I found myself retreating from the crowd, excusing myself with a polite smile and a promise to return shortly. The truth was, I felt like a mere observer in this extravagant display. The faces around me were familiar but distant, and the smiles and well-wishes only served to remind me of the enigmatic wo