Request – Derek Hale “Pick up where you left”
The moment you walked towards the loft, you had the feeling something was wrong. The last thing you can remember is a dark night, terrifying black ghosts, and a razor sharp sword. Fighting the Oni was as hard as you had all feared it to be when you went out there. You could still remember Derek screaming out the moment you felt the hot pain of a sword piercing you, and everything after that was a pressing darkness.
Until a couple of hours ago, when you woke up. It was still dark, but this time you could do something. You managed to get out of the coffin to find yourself on a cemetery. The headstone had your name and birth date on it, and you saw there were some fresh flowers at the grave. Your grave… you had been dead. For how long you didn’t know, the only thing you knew is that you had to get back, back to Derek, back to the loft, back to the place you could almost call home.
Now you were there, and one moment you hesitated to open the door. What would you find in there? How many days had passed? Slowly you looked inside, and the first thing you saw was Derek, kissing some girl you didn’t know. So far for the grieving boyfriend you had hoped to find. He looked up at the sound of the door, and suddenly his face went white, as white as if he saw a ghost. Which, you realized now, was probably what he thought he was seeing. The girl was forgotten, all he was doing was gaze at you.
“Well… it’s good to know that I’m not completely forgotten already.” It was the only thing you knew to say. Derek still didn’t move, he was only looking at you.
“This can’t be… You are dead… You were gone…” It was as if he had to convince himself that he wasn’t really seeing you, that he was hallucinating.
“I don’t know what happened exactly, but I can assure you I feel very much alive…” He snapped out of his trance, sent the girl on her way and walked towards you. Before touching you, he hesitated one moment, scared that he would feel nothing but thin air, but the moment he noticed you were made of flesh and bones, he pulled you in an embrace.
“You can’t believe what I’ve been going through the last three months.” You were shocked… Three months? A couple of days, maybe a week, you hadn’t thought you could have been gone longer.
“It didn’t look like you were going through a lot…” You looked at the door, where the girl had just disappeared. He let go of you.
“You don’t get it, don’t you? You were dead… the moment I finally managed to accept that, and try to move on, you walk through the door. And now I have to act like nothing has changed?” He turned away. “For weeks I’ve thrown everything I could find through this room. People were scared to drop by, until someone introduced me to her.” You looked around, and only now noticed that there was a lot less stuff around here than you were used to. Then you walked towards him, forced him to look you in the eye.
“But I’m back now… everything will be fine again.” He walked away again, dropped on the couch.
“I don’t know… I wish it could be that easy…”