A long time ago, I was fascinated by death. Why? I have no idea. I just... was. I read so many articles on the subject, wanting to hear other people's thoughts on it. Each one said it was beautiful. They said it was a marvelous sight to see someone pass away to another life: A better life. I wasn't as naive as they were. I knew it wasn't true. I never believed that there was a better life and I was proven right when I experienced death for myself. For me and my situation, something had went wrong: terribly wrong. Instead of passing into another life I stayed in the same one, and somehow I was invisible to the world. Nobody was able to see or  hear me. To everyone Lucas Martin was dead. To me Lucas Martin was alive. I still don't know which is true. Which is why I constantly ask myself the same two questions.

"Am I dead or alive?"

"Did death become of me?"

My questions remain unanswered to this day. Although, being sentenced to Oblivion so suddenly wasn't the only strange thing to happen to me. What was equally as strange was that I found myself appearing where a person was having a near death experience.I had to sit there and watch a person die. It made no sense, it still doesn't make any sense whatsoever. It's been this way for five years; five years since I died; five years of watching people in Beacon Hills die; five years of torture. This torture is what made me go insane. No longer was I the innocent little ten year old. That foolish boy was gone; No longer did I wish to step out of limbo. I had grown accustomed to it. I bet you can imagine how I reacted when I finally left that place. I'll tell you it wasn't great.

Standing in the middle of a fight, a fight that included my sister, I take a seat and pick at my nails while waiting for the next death I had to witness. as you can probably tell, I'm pretty numb to this by now. This death was just like any other death; It was insignificant. Soon after I witness a girl getting stabbed by a demon looking thing. Hmm scary. This girl just happened to be my sister's best friend.

Allison.

The Girl whom everyone seemed to love.

The Hunter.

The Warrior.

The Friend.

She was apart of Scott's pack, but that just wasn't enough to make me care. So I walk away from the scene. Just like I always I always do; However, before I can leave I hear a name. A name I hadn't heard for a very long time.

" Lucas?" said Lydia, my sister.

"Oh hey, big sister.... well this is a surprise"