Annabel closed the door quietly behind her, and when she looked forward she caught sight one someone sitting on the couch. He was very attractive, with bright blue eyes and unruly blonde hair. She could tell that he wasn't the one who texted her, just by the way he looked at her. Like he had been hoping for somebody else. She smiled gently at him, and shyly took a step forward. "I'm Annabel. But you can call me Annie or Bell." She murmured to him gently, tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear. She couldn't keep her hair long, being in and out of chemo. "May I ask your name?" She asked shyly, glancing at the ground then back up to him, her posture low and submissive. She didn't even notice it anymore- she just automatically just stood in the most nonthreatening, submissive way now.
Abruptly, the phone rang. Bell jumped back in surprise, and unsurely looked towards the other male. He made no move to get it, so she unsurely picked it up. Before she could say a word, a firm voice interjected. "Annabel. Lovely to see that the both of you are here. I'm glad you came. Please put the phone on speaker." Her brow furrowing, she looked at the male on the couch. How did this person know that they were both there, and that she picked up the phone? She placed the phone down next to the base and put the phone on speakerphone.
"I'm sure the two of you are very confused. But to answer the burning question- yes, you died. No, this isn't a dream. And yes, you are alive again. You're healed. I know it sounds crazy, but think about it. You remember dying, but obviously you aren't dead anymore. And you are perfectly healthy." Annabel paused, and took in a deep breath. The person on the phone was right- for the first time in so long, she could breathe. And she remembered very vividly choking on her own blood and not being able to breathe.
"You two are... special. Gifted. There are others like you. But you must not try to find them- when we wish to speak to you, we will find you. You must never publically show your gift, or try to contact anyone from your old life right now. Don't speak a word of this to anyone. Do you two understand?" Annie looked over at the male again. "Hello? you two dead again?" The voice spoke again. "Y-yes. I understand." She answered quietly.
"Good. Remember that. Now, you two could be very dangerous right now. You must not show your gift to the world until you have full control of it. Now, i'm sure you are dying to know what your gift is. The both of you: close your eyes and think bout the one thing in the world that makes you more angry than anything else. What you are afraid of the most. Let it take over. Let yourself go. And... try not to destroy anything." With that, the person hung up on them.
Annie stared at the phone, then at the person on the couch. She wavered back and forth, wanting to know what the person on the line was talking about but a part of her was afraid. Deep down, she knew everything the person said was true. She had died. She came back. And she was different. Biting down on her lip, her mismatched eyes met the male on the couch's. "You first."