Snippet #2440109

Krysta finally snapped out of it when Asher pulled her to her feet. It took her a minute or two to get her bearings. The first thing she noticed was that she was crying. Why was she crying? Last time she cried was at her parents and other brother's funeral. And that was years ago. Taking a hand she wiped her tears away, trying to recall what happened in the last few minutes.

It was then she remembered the red head guy. Looking up, she saw he was in her kitchen and listened as he finished saying something.

"Hey, Doll, it's okay! We'll figure out what happened, I promise."

What did just happen? Slowly, but surely Krysta started to remember the events of the day. Panic started taking ahold again when she remembered that her brother didn't return her calls and everyone had vanished. Well, everyone except for her and this red head. Where did everyone go? What was going on? Looking up at the red head, she finally spoke.

"I am sorry. But can I ask for your name again? I think was zoned out. My name is Krysta Parks. I . . . don't know what came over me . . . but this is no dream right? I wish it was."

Thinking about anything bad happening to Bryce nearly did her in though and she tried to hold in the tears again. She fought it this time. Bryce always told her she was a strong person. She really wondered about that though. Everything was so confusing now that Krysta didn't know how to react to this kind of situation.