*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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A month and three days??? That damn long? Wow!
Now, I wonder where the heck on Earth my body is? Which room? I need to find it badly. I want to wake up now. But what if... No. I do not believe that I am... D-dead. No. There's no effing way. I couldn't. Right? f**k.
I anxiously sat on the couch to think of the first thing that I will do now that I found out that I was unconscious for a couple of weeks and could possibly be gone from the world of the living. But, no, I am hella sure that I am not dead. I should think optimistically.
Then I wondered as to why I could sit on the couch, but I couldn't touch anything? And I just noticed that I am not even sitting. I am damn floating a few inches above it. Huh.
So what exactly am I? Am I... A... G-g-No. Th
