Shawna watched the door swing open awkwardly as would be if Marko used his bad hand. The first words out of her mouth may not have been too kind but being tired tends to do that to her. " God Damnitt! Can't even answer the door with your- " She was cut off by his words , but also by his appearance. Her eyes caught a bandage ( just a tiny bit) soaked in red and most obviously fresh. Hands hesitating go rip his hand towards so she could inspect it. Instead she stomped right past him bitterly angry about the wound.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You're back home. Why didn't you just come in? Welcome home Shawna...did you forget something?"</span>Her heart began to pound or maybe it was her brain at his words? How could she have been so dumb to actually fall for those things images? For a split second her eyes shut trying to silence the instinct that screamed to run , he would survive if she wasn't here, but reality bit in that he might not survive without her.<br/><br/>Long straight ( nearly cover in sweat) dark brown hair covered her normal light blue eyes even though her real eyes were red. Naturally creamy coffee like skin seemed almost oily due to her panic at having to get to this house so fast. Her eyes were focused on the glass window that was in front of her, the window being in the living room. A chill went down her spine as she saw a man's face with blood shot eyes , and a black top hat in the window. The man was but a shadow though she could tell he was tipping his hat to her. Yet again she had to shut her eyes. Either she was seeing things, or her true eyes came out for a minute or two.<br/><br/>Finally she turned to focus on his words noticing that he was already staring at her. What she would give to be able to just fall into his arms, but death had an odd way of using that against her.<span style="font-style: italic">"I still love you...even if its not mutual anymore."</span>she took a deep breath placing a hand softly to her for-head before responding to him. The truth, he needed to know ...the truth, but still it wasn't something easily understood.<br/><br/>" Look I didn't come back for my shit, that is the least of my worries, trust me, I came back because something wanted me back here, and because ..."  Another long sigh escaped her lips as she walked to the black leather couch fully aware of how it had felt against her bare skin, or in a nice dress. The large flat screen TV was still across from the couch. Her memories were almost painful.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "I'm happy your here...even if it may just be fleeting."</span>Her body turned to look at him , and this time she could see the effort written all over his face on how much he was trying not to look worn. His body using the door frame as a leverage so that he doesn't completely sink to the ground, and all the while her brain was screaming sleep but she just couldn't. What if she woke up and he was dead? Fear was biteing at her insides like a cambalistic bunny. Her body sat her onto the couch.<span style="font-style: italic">"You here long Shawna?"</span><br/><br/>" Hmmm, I don't plan on leaving you with the state your in , so I don't see myself leaving any time soon."  It was then that she finally noticed how pale he was, and her eyes slipped for a second while she was staring at him. The shadow man was standing behind him a long curved blade just barely touching Marko's neck. Panic drenched her mind, and she only hoped it wasn't on her face. Then the man put a long sharp finger to the Marko's eyes , and moved the hand back to his own. Poking into his own eye to have blood dripping down the shadow man's face. Then he just disappeared into thin air. Was this the Grim reaper? She felt her eyes return back to their more human light blue color.<br/><br/>Right then she watched Marko sink to the floor, and inside her head the word no kept repeating. This can't happen not in front of her!Was she too late? Could she have saved him? Is it possible to thwart the reappear? "<span style="font-style: italic">I'm glad your back...I love you."</span>As he spoke those words a chill ran down her back unlike any other. It was almost a push from somewhere, and she jumped off the couch toward him. Flinging herself towards his body that was laying on the floor helpless. No!No! No!<span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome home..." </span>His words were fading but she couldn't just let him fade and die. No, her hands desperately grabbed his bandage hand almost as if someone was guiding her but oddly enough she didn't believe in ghosts. The grim reaper had taught her that everyone is taken by one of the various grim reapers. But could all she have known been wrong, and why the eyes?<br/><br/>Her hands seemed to drag his body to the couch and in helplessness she fell asleep on top of him dreaming about a place that is called Netherlands. A place where a soul who is good can chose to stay or go to heaven, and a place that souls that have some deed that needs to be taken care of can go. Still she didn't believe in ghosts.