Read Almost Dead (Dead, #1) Online
Authors: Rebecca A. Rogers
Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into…more minutes. Honestly, I don’t know how long this is taking, but I’m ti
red of waiting. All of the cops are hanging out around the squad cars like they’re expecting Chase’s SUV will magically climb up the side of the cliff and perform a tap dance.
More vehicles arrive.
The sides of their cars and trucks say,
Briarhaven Fire & Rescue Squad
. Oh, my God. Finally! Reversing one of the trucks and parking it at the cliff’s edge, a rescue worker uses a system of ropes, pulleys, and harnesses to rappel down the side of the chasm, into the dark forest below. This would be a perfect instance where I could listen to what they’re saying over hand-held walkie-talkies. But no…the Shadowlands doesn’t work that way.
About
ten minutes later, the rescue worker emerges from underneath the foliage, shaking his head and pointing to a spot where Chase’s SUV
didn’t
land, as he speaks into his walkie-talkie. Oh, wow. This might be it. He may have seen Flora’s car, and Flora’s body. My plan worked! I’m a freaking genius.
Another worker
gathers his equipment and descends the rock face. My view from where I stand is limited, to say the least, but I’m happy to have a view at all. From what I can see, though, the two men have reached the bottom of the gorge and are on their way to Flora’s car, which is hidden under a canopy of trees.
I
examine Flora’s unresponsive spirit form lying on the pavement. If she’s dead, doesn’t that mean she’s stuck in the afterlife? Didn’t Sara mention something about how, if we don’t get a reaction from our families in time, we’re basically doomed? Oh, my God. What if Flora’s a goner?
The two rescue workers return to the main area where the cops, and everyone else, are stationed.
I’m sure they’re rehashing whatever they experienced down below, which sucks, since I can’t hear any of it. Chase remains glued beside the police cars. He hasn’t moved much at all since law enforcement arrived.
It takes some time before one final missing piece to this m
essed-up puzzle pulls in—a crane. Police officers work to clear the road both ways and block any oncoming traffic from slipping through. I bet they’re detouring, as well. God, what a mess we’ve made. Too bad Flora’s missing all the good stuff.
I check on her
comatose spirit form, but she doesn’t budge. The girl is out of it. I don’t think she’s truly dead; she would’ve awoken by now, given that she’d be stuck in the afterlife. Or Sara would’ve picked her up and taken her to Lichburn.
The same rescue guy
s who rappelled down the cliffside earlier are at it again, but only one of them helps guide the crane hook into the abyss. They’re also joined by two EMTs. Standing at the rim, I peer down, studying their every move. As soon as their feet hit the ground, they unclip the ropes from their harnesses and run over to Flora’s car. One EMT steps out from underneath the tree cover and motions to another paramedic standing up top. They bind a spine board to lower.
Now, if they can only do the same for
me… Too bad there’s a crane blocking the other chunk of guardrail that’s missing.
Ugh
.
A groan comes from Flora’s direction.
I glance at her. She seems to be waking up from whatever coma she was temporarily in.
“You’re missing all the action,” I say. “They’re about to recover your body, car, and Chase’s vehicle.
”
She groans again. “What happened?”
“To you? You, like, passed out or something. I don’t know. I thought you were dead for a minute there”—the idea that she might be strikes me again—“or maybe you are…”
She
lies flat, extending her arms and legs, stretching. “I can’t be dead. I’m still in the Shadowlands.”
“Yeah, but didn’t Sara say that if we die, we’re stuck? What if
you’re
trapped and can’t get out?”
I swear
her eyes roll a complete three-sixty before returning to normal. She can probably see her brain when she does that.
“I’m not dead
,” she snaps.
“How do you know?”
“Because I just do,” she says, slowly progressing upward to stand on her feet. “I can sense that my body and spirit are still attached to each other.”
Half of my face scrunches up in
skepticism. “Mmm. I don’t know. That sounds sketchy.”
Ignoring me, Flora asks, “Have they pulled
up my body yet?”
“No, not yet. And they still don’t know about mine.”
She gives me a sidelong look. “Think they’ll find out?”
“God, I hope so.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but instead, her eyebrows crumple together as she stares past me. I twist around, searching for the sourcefor"jus that has her complete attention. It’s Chase. He’s wandering to the other side. He’s…wandering…
He’s wandering to the other side, you idiot!
Oh, my God. What do I do? I don’t have long before I’ll end up like Flora—
so
lifeless—but there may still be enough time for me to throw a rock at Chase’s head, or cause a police cruiser to flip over on its side. Okay, maybe not that extreme.
Walking up to him, I say, “Chase, baby, I know you can’t hear me, but on some seriously
-weird level, I hope that you do. I just wanted to tell you that I’m here. I’m standing next to you, and I want to come home. Please, please,
please
find me. Just…look over the side.” Obviously, he can’t hear a word I tell him, but it makes me feel better. Chase continues to scan the horizon beyond this side of Death’s Cliff, where my body rests. “Look down, Chase,” I urge. “Please look down.”
But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns
in the opposite direction and begins meandering toward the commotion. A makeshift apparatus steadily pulls Flora’s body upward, inch by inch, until she’s placed on a secure gurney and wheeled into the back of an ambulance. Is it weird seeing her bent and broken when she’s standing only feet away? Uh, yeah.
Chase knows who Flora is; he’s seen her with Mia. It’s not like our lives never crossed paths prior to the accident. We saw each other on an almost-regular basis.
Flora covers her mouth with both hands, and her eyes are the size of a planet. I can’t say I blame her, though. I’ll probably react similarly, when they pull my body from the wreckage. Which might be soon, if Chase will hurry up and take a hint from the afterlife.
He backtracks after observing Flora’s
immobile shape, and his eyes rapidly dart back and forth, like his mind is working some serious overtime. Frowning, he inspects the tread marks on the pavement, and the missing guardrail.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I
squeal. “You’re headed in the right direction. Go, baby, go!”
And he does, because the moment he peers over the
other
edge of Death’s Cliff is the moment my heart stops beating (metaphorically speaking, of course). His head moves with the route his eyes follow, and the second his head stops progressing, I know he sees my car. Rotating his upper torso toward the police and rescue workers, he opens his mouth, yelling, “Over here!” (I can totally read his lips.) Frantically gesturing for help, he points toward the base of the chasm. Two police officers and one rescue-squad member jog toward the cliffside, then peer over the rim. Chase doesn’t hesitate to rehash the evidence he’s found with one of the cops: tire marks and a missing chunk of railing, which both became hidden once the massive crane arrived.
It’s enough to send the rescue crews into a frenzy
. The same devices used to haul Flora up the side of the cliff are retracted into a truck, and the truck is reversed to the other toand tside, where it’s now my turn to be rescued.
Flora isn’t even paying attention to the fact that they found my body; she’
s too busy gazing at hers in the back of the ambulance. Well, that, and she seems to be infatuated with the crane pulling her car out of the forest beneath us. She just can’t decide which is more interesting, though.
I
just want to know that I’m okay before they take me to the hospital, which needs to be sooner rather than later; my physical self is running out of time.
“So, you did it,” Flora says from behind me. “You broke through to Chase.”
I circle around and face her. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly. It’s not like we can actually communicate with people in our world, unless we break someone’s crystal collection.”
Flora
cringes. “About that… I owe your mom an apology. If we make it—”
“
When
,” I correct. “
When
we make it out of here, because we will. I don’t know what you do on a regular basis, but my jetted tub is calling my name, along with a piping-hot mug of cappuccino and linen-scented candles.”
“Yeah, that’s
not even close to what I had in mind when I’m fully recovered.”
“What could possibly be better than relaxing?”
“Eating at Pizario’s Pizza.” She closes her eyes and inhales deeply. “I can almost smell their warm, fresh-baked bread.” Opening her lids, she adds, “You can’t go there without trying their breadsticks and pasta, though.”
I
avoid laughing. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Personally, I’ve never been to that pizza place, and I probably never will. Pizza restaurants aren’t really my style. But who knows, maybe things will be entirely different when we leave here. Maybe in some alternate universe Flora and I will actually tolerate each other. Maybe one day, we’ll share a table at Pizario’s and stuff our mouths full of greasy, cheesy pizza.
Maybe
.
I
have to say, it’s weird watching my body being hoisted up a cliffside and placed in the back of an ambulance. Honestly, I thought this day would never come. Being trapped in Lichburn, and then the Shadowlands, has felt like an eternity, even though it’s only been a couple of days.
I also thought I’d never say this: I’m glad Laney’s body was discovered.
Yeah, yeah. I may despise her (and now her sister), but for the brief time we visited the afterlife, we became a team. And we worked well together, I might add. Sure, we’ll go back to the typicalrh-baked I-hate-her mentality once we return to Briarhaven, but at the end of the day, and on some strange, out-of-this-world level, we formed a connection. A connection which just saved our lives.
Now, we stand aside and wait, I guess. I’m not entirely certain what happens from here; Sara wasn’t too clear about that pa
rt of the bigger picture. Do our souls vanish from this dimension and then reappear in our reality, where we step into ourselves? Do we turn into thousands of tiny particles like that kid on
Willy Wonka
, only to fuse with our bodies again? Or does something completely different take place, like a ceremony or ritual that needs to be performed?
As if Laney can read my mind, she asks, “So, what now?”
I shrug. “Beats me. I was just thinking the same, though.”
“I wish we knew if we were alive or not. It
sucks. We might be dead and forever trapped in this world, and we wouldn’t even know it.”
Keeping an eye on the rear of the ambulance I’m in,
I notice there are several machines and IVs hooked up to my lifeless body. But if I’m dead, they won’t bother with that equipment, right? So, I should be okay. For now.