Chapter Eighteen.
Esme's point of view.
"Baby girl ,wake up… Esme ,"
My grandma's sweet and loving smile was the first thing I saw as I opened up my eyes.
"Nana… is this finally it? Am I dead? Have I found peace ?"
I whined like the broken soul that I was as I looked around the beautiful scenery with plush green grass ,lakes ,flowers and all types of trees.
"No my dear. You are not dead and trying to take your own life is no way to achieve peace . You are not yet ready to leave this world. Your greatness and destiny all lie in your own hands. You can no longer stay in this plane of existence. You have to go back,"
I tried to protest and ask more questions but she just gave me a look. You know that parental don't you dare talk back at me type look that just makes you swallow up al
