Chapter 11

Myla felt like she was run over by a truck, she could not move, speak or breathe too hard. How was she still feeling pain in the afterlife?

She sniffed slightly and smelled…was that Chris? She was smelling Chris! She tried to sniff harder and became utterly sure, it was the rude little devil.

She spent great effort in opening her eyelids, the light immediately striking her eyes, giving her a headache to match the pain on her body.

She let out a sound and suddenly felt the ground shift under her. Wait, the ground wasn't soft! Or wrapped with cotton. She was on a bed with fluffy lilac sheets.

"Are you okay?!", A shrill male voice sounded right next to her ear, taking the skull banging to the next level.

She couldn't speak, her mouth felt heavy. She groaned, hoping it would convey just how much she would like him to shut up. Wasn't that Chris? Why was she with Chris?

"Ahem…are you alright?", He whispered softly.

Myla would have smiled if she could move those muscles properly. She made a