HI I'M NOT DEAD. OR DEAN.

So, I've been busy with birthdays and finals (DOCTOR HENDERSON I AM LOOKING AT YOU) and camp and 195 origami cranes and a birthday party and other stuff (LIKE WAITING FOR THIS BITES TO GET UPDATED BECAUSE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YESTERDAY).

I also decided to rewatch this series. Sooooooo, I DON'T OWN BLUE EXORCIST. I OWN MY OC WHATEVER THE FUDGE HER NAME IS BECAUSE I FORGOT AND FATHER RUSSELL.

READ AND REVIEW OR I WILL FIND YOU AND INTERNET-STALK YOU.

*INCOHERENT SCREAMING*

One fine day in the middle of the summer…

Okay, that's bull crap.

It was the middle of winter, I didn't have my coat, and I got hit by a fucking truck. That's how it went.

So, I died.

Lovely.

Fucking lovely.

More detail required? I assume so.

It was December 27th and I was walking home from school, trying to keep myself both warm and calm. One of the bitchy assholes at school ripped my coat when I was leaving, and I punched her in the face for it. Her nose cracked under my fist, and I was expelled for breaking it, but not after some of the jocks picked a fight with me. And, more broken bones, none of which were mine.

I'm probably going to get the lecture of my life.

I was sent to live at a church when I was little because I was a 'problem child' and none of the orphanages wanted me because I kept picking fights and 'claiming' to see things no one else saw.

I swear that sideways rainbow was from the pie I ate an hour earlier.

Don't trust the diner pie.

It's out to get you.

Tangent, sorry. Where was I? Oh right. Church.

So I, a freakishly strong five year-old, got sent to live with the man who would become my papa: Father Russell. He was tall, around 6'2, blue-eyed and towheaded as hell. He always wore these reflective sunglasses with neon green frames, calling them cool. And as a small, impressionable child, I believed him. From age ten up until I died, I thought they were the lamest thing ever.

Now, I want nothing more than to see them again.

So, walking home from school. The roads had partially iced over, so people were driving cautiously. Except for the asshat who was driving 35 miles over the normal speed limit.

Nope, he came plowing down the hill, spun out, and crashed into me; knocking me into fucking frozen lake.

The water froze me in a matter of minutes, depriving my limp body of much needed oxygen, leaching the very life out of my bones.

I did something I hadn't done since I was a child.

I made a wish.

As the last breath left my body, the watery scenery swallowed me up.