"Kiese. Wake up. Kiese. Kiese!" An oddly familiar voice called. It rang in my ears, and I winced and groaned from the bell like noise.

But then I realized,

That's my dad.

my eyes widened as I knew it was a dream. I'll wake up, any second now.

But this is my dad, here. Even if it's a dream, it's more than what I get in reality.

"Dad?" I said to him, turning my head. He doesn't look older at all. He has brown hair and dark autumn eyes and a cross necklace circling around his neck, with an old, grey T that he always loved to wear.

"Your dead, dad. You, uhh, You died a four years ago." I stumble. He probably already knows this, but everyone needs a reminder here and then.

"Yeah, I know, Sweetheart." He says solemnly.

My face flushed to a pale tone and my cheeks seemed to have tinged pink from embarrassment. What am I thinking? You don't just.. REMIND someone they are dead. Wait, if dad is dead, maybe WERE DEAD.

"We're not dead." I say out loud.

Well, no, THE CRASH. You died there, right? But where is Kelsey?

"She's not in the dream." I say again.

My dad gives me a puzzled look, but he relaxed soon after he remembers my condition. You see, I tend to talk to myself. Well, not really, myself. Just this voice inside my head. It's not as creepy if you actually have it.

"Dad. Why are you here?"

"Well, you see-"

"Why am I here?"

"Well-"

" WERE DEAD. HOLY FRAPPUCHINO. WE FREAKING DIED." I gasp, ruffling my hair and spinning my stress ring as I breathe dramatically.

"Sweetie," he starts. " Your not dead."

"Your just.. Temporarily deceased."

GREAT.