Obsidian: Reya (Book 2) (The Reaver Chronicles Spinoff Series)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(8 years later)

"You know, today won't be so bad. I just have a feeling that school will go by quickly and then we can get ready to go to The Edge!" I said, as I pulled a black hoodie over my head and ran a comb through my hair. "Are you sure you want to go? Remember what happened last time?" Jayden said. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "That was a fluke, nothing like that will happen again. Plus, Drake will be there this time so everything will be fine." I replied.

Jayden just tapped his foot at me. I knew he didn't believe me, but there was no way things were going to get as bad as they did last time. I would make sure of it. "Reya, who are you talking to?" Drake asked as he pushed my already cracked bedroom door open and peeked inside. "No one! I'm just getting mentally prepared for tonight, that's all." I said to my brother.

Jayden snickered at my lie, and I ignored him. "Ok, well I can drop you off if you want before I meet up with Rayne." Drake said. I shook my head. "Thanks, but I'll walk. Obsidian isn't that far." I replied. "Are you sure?" Drake asked. I nodded. "Stop worrying, I will be fine." I replied.

Drake sighed out loud. "I'm sorry, you know I worry about you. How is school? How have things been lately?" He asked. I couldn't blame him for worrying though, it wasn't like I had any friends. I mean, not really anyone from school at least. "I know you're my big brother and you worry, but I promise I'm fine and school is fine." I replied with a smile. I wasn't about to let him know what truly happens while I'm there.

"Ok. I love you little sister. Have a good day." Drake said, and he left my room. I looked over at Jayden and laughed. "He worries too much." I said. "Can you blame him? You were brutally murdered and then by some form of insane witchcraft or devil worship or something... You were brought back to life years later. I would worry too." Jayden said from his position sprawled out on my bed.

"It wasn't devil worship, it was just magic... I'm literally a normal person. I do normal people things. I go to school, I do homework. Just because I can't shift and my Wolf rarely is able to break through into my mind, doesn't mean that I'm weird and should be treated any differently." I replied.

Jayden just looked at me with a baffled expression. "Did you forget that you can see and communicate with the dead? Because hello, I'm right here..." He said, pointing to himself. It was my turn to sigh out loud. "While I would love to forget the fact that I can indeed see and communicate with the dead, you make it very hard for me to do so." I said, looking him dead in his light green eyes.

He faked offense, putting the back of his hand on his forehead. "Oh no, whatever shall I do? The living, basically Human girl doesn't want to see me, the dead, annoying Human boy anymore." He cackled. I laughed with him.

"I am basically Human, aren't I?" I asked, realizing that Jayden wasn't wrong. I couldn't shift, and my Wolf spirit had only come through to me a handful of times since I was resurrected. Besides the fact that I could heal faster than normal, I didn't really notice any other differences. Maybe my metabolism and athletic body type, but that was it.

I couldn't elongate my Wolf claws like I had seen others do. I couldn't hear or see any better than what I had always been able to hear and see. Besides the whole seeing and talking to the dead part, I was basically powerless. "Well, I wasn't the one to say it... But look, being Human isn't that bad. I'm Human. Or I was, you know, before I died 100 years ago, and I was fine." Jayden said.

"Yea, maybe so. But you also didn't live in a pack of Wolves and Reavers, all creatures that have far more powers than I do. It's a little tiny bit different." I said holding up my thumb and forefinger barely apart. He put his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, ok. You got me there. But you know what? If you are basically Human, you are the coolest basically Human girl I have ever met. So that has to count for something, right?" He said. I smiled at my best friend. He always knew how to get me out of a strange funk.

"You're right, it does. Thank you." I said, putting my last shoe on. "Ready?" I asked. Jayden nodded and I noted how the blonde curls bounced on top of his head. He was honestly super cute... For a dead guy.

I laughed at myself silently for the thought. He was dead, and I wasn't so that ended anything I would have thought further. But was it weird to be attracted to a dead guy? I mean of course it was weird...

I would be seen as more of a freak than I already was if I was entertaining that idea, actually. But honestly, what about me wasn't weird? Still, I couldn't entertain the idea. The only way I could truly be with him would be to die again...

I pushed the insanity from my mind. That's all it was, insanity. Plus, I was sure that when I turned 21 I wouldn't find my mate. In fact, I was sure that I didn't actually have a mate bond... At least not one like everyone else.

Don't ask me how I know, but I could feel it. I was different. Being resurrected changed a lot of things for me.

After I came back I was confused. Things were so much different than they were before. Years and years had passed but I felt like none had at all.

It was very hard for me to go from my last memories of watching those around me be killed and then being murdered myself, to suddenly standing in front of my brother, very much alive.

He was still my brother, but he looked different. Hardened... There was an emptiness in his eyes. I recognized him back then, but I didn't know him. Not anymore. Finding myself in a strange place was the next hurdle to overcome. This was my pack, but so much different. It took me a few years to really comprehend what had actually happened to me.

The spirits however made themselves known immediately. This only confused me more because back then, I couldn't tell who was real and who was a ghost. They look the same as someone who is living. The only difference is I can't touch them. They can touch physical things around me, but for some reason when I try to touch them at all, it's as if they aren't even there.

Drake thought I had imaginary friends. For all intents and purposes I suppose I did. Still do, even. But still, I didn't know how to explain what I was seeing or why, and I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy so I kept my mouth shut.

Now, it's been so long that I wouldn't really know how to explain it. What do you say? 'Sorry Drake, I was talking to my very dead best friend.' How would that come across? Exactly, it wouldn't exactly work.

It was much easier to just let it all go and keep my secret. As the time went on I learned to differentiate between the living and the dead. The dead have a very slight shimmer about them that I can see clearly now after all of these years. I always knew when someone who was dead was near me, versus someone who was living.

Large crowds could get a little confusing though, and I had to pay more attention in situations like those. Unlike the last time I snuck out and went to The Edge without Drake... For some reason there were so many dead there and it became overwhelming. I had never actually experienced that many dead in one place before.

I would say sensory overload to the extreme. I knew what it looked like to the living. They thought I was having a mental break. Luckily, they had no idea who I was and the second I was able to comprehend my surroundings enough to escape, I did just that. Drake still doesn't know that I went there without him and I planned to keep it that way.

It still baffles me though because I have never had that type of reaction to the dead before. It was like something had changed within my mind. But I had no idea what it could have been. As soon as I was away from the crowd I was instantly fine. It was the strangest thing.

We reached the gates of Obsidian and I used my keycard to grant us access. Not that Jayden needed to be let inside, he didn't technically go here, but he stayed with me to help me endure the pure hell that I called school. It was never easy for me here. Anywhere really. I guess being resurrected from the dead has more than just physical and material consequences.

I kept my head down as I passed the other students that attended Obsidian with me. "Freak!" One girl hollered as she walked by. I could hear the group of girls walking with her laughing at her remark. I ignored it. This was normal for me. "I always hated her, Kandy... She's ugly too." Jayden said, trying to cheer me up.

I did laugh but I'm sure that just made everyone think I was even crazier than I really was. Or maybe I was crazy... I mean I did talk to dead people after all. We stopped at my locker and just as I got it open, the quarterback of the football team slammed it shut as he walked by. He didn't say anything, but always messed with me.

"f*****g James." I huffed under my breath and attempted to open my locker again. I had just barely opened it and was about to reach inside when it was suddenly slammed shut again. "Why don't you have the dead hold it open for you?" A slimy female voice snickered. I closed my eyes and ignored her.

That was Jessica. She's dating James and also head of the cheerleading squad. She was also a very nasty, mean person. No one knew I could see or speak to the dead, but because I was once dead I guess they assume that I'm able to? I have no idea, I've never bothered to ask.

Just then the bell rang, meaning I was late for class. I sighed out loud. "It's going to be ok... Just 7 more hours to go." I said to Jayden after grabbing my book and heading to class.