Of the fourth kind...

Shadows...there were shadows in the darkness. No. No. There were silhouettes, hazy silhouettes. Were they angels of death? Coming to get me? Oh no, please no. I wasn't ready to leave; not now when I had Tristan in my life. And my...dad...I couldn't leave him alone. No.

Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up. It wasn't my time yet. I rubbed my hands against my eyes and a sharp pain stopped me at once. Oww. My eyes were open. My fingers felt like acid ...