I watched from the corridor as the police sat in the living room and took my sister's statements.

She explained the events of tonight and tears fell down her cheeks as my mother comforted her.

I suddenly wondered if I was stalked the same way she was before I died. Did the police take my statements or look into them? I hoped that no matter the circumstances that they did. It brought me comfort to think that they would have cared.

I attentively listened to the conversation and I sat up when a familiar name was mentioned.

"Elijah Grey is in prison and he confessed to killing your sister. But we now have reason to believe now he is either lying or had an accomplice."

My sister's eyes widened in shock and my mother gasped.

"So you're telling me the person who killed my sister might still be out there?" Lizzie asked in disbelief.

Finally!

"The only reason we have to believe that he was the killer is his confession. We have no evidence against him besides her hair on one of his jackets and his admission. We have been investigating for months but he has been sticking to the same story."

This made no sense to me. If Elijah was innocent then why would he confess to it? None of this was making any sense.

Maybe Death was wrong and he was the one who killed me. But then who was the man in the house?

My sister and mom remained quiet as my mother began crying into her hands.

"What if that person comes for my daughter again, Detective? What do I do?!" She snapped.

"This is Officer Hardy," he began as he introduced a tall man with brown hair whose back was to me. "He will be in charge of your protection. We will have a cop car with officers switching shifts to surveil your house every day for the rest of the week to make sure nothing unlawful happens."

"Just a week?" My sister asked. "What can a week do?"

"We will have to figure things out as we go. After the week is over we can figure out other options," The Detective said as he stood up from the seat. "The Department can't afford to keep a watch on you all the time. But for now, you should be safe."

"We should be safe? That's what you said after Aaliyah's death and now look at us!" My mother spat.

"Ms. Monroe, we are doing what we can," the detective said as he walked towards the door. Before opening the door completely he glanced back at them. "This person is dangerous, be careful."

The officers left the house and just as promised Officer Hardy remained on the sidewalk in front of the house.

I turned back to my mom and sister and found them arguing back and forth. "I told you to lock everything, Lizzie!"

"Mom, I thought I did," Lizzie said pleadingly.

"Your sister just died!" My mother yelled. "You should have been more careful!"

My sister remained quiet and I watched her fiddle with her fingers in her lap. I used to remember her doing that whenever she was nervous and or scared. I would immediately take her hands into mine and she would feel better instantly.

I couldn't do that for her now but I sat next to my sister on the couch and let my hand go near hers.

A small smile appeared on her lips and a tear escaped from my eye. I knew she couldn't see me but I hoped that deep down, she would know I was here.

"Mom. I almost died earlier. I should have died but somebody- somebody pushed me awake," she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "If I didn't wake up at that second, you would've found me dead. I just can't help but feel like..." Tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to find the words to say.

"I feel like Aaliyah saved me tonight mom. I know she's gone but I feel her watching over me."

I'm trying to Lizzie.

My mom dropped her stern composure and rushed to Lizzie's side, wrapping her arms around her. My mom cried softly and pressed her lips against Lizzie's forehead.

"It's this house, Lizzie," she said as she looked around. "If Aaliyah's anywhere, she's here." My mom took a deep breath and held on tightly to Lizzie. "But she wouldn't want this for us. She wouldn't want us to live in fear. She would want us to move on."

Was that what I wanted? I didn't know how I felt about my family moving on without me. The thought of it made my heart sink, but at the same time, the idea of them finding happiness without me made me incredibly happy. It was a bittersweet feeling.

"I know," Lizzie said softly with a sad smile.

"This place isn't safe for us anymore. I know you grew up here but...it can't be our home anymore."

"Mom what are you saying?" Lizzie asked.

"I want you to move in with your grandmother for a few weeks. At the end of the month, I'll come to you. You're my biggest priority right now and I need you somewhere safe."

Lizzie gawked at my mother and shook her head vigorously. "I almost got killed tonight and you want me to leave you here alone?"

"I will be fine Liz, I can have John come stay with me."

I raised my brow at the mention of a John. I had never heard of him before or at least that I could remember.

"I don't want you to argue with me on this Liz. I only want you to be safe," my mother said to my sister quietly.

In response, Lizzie snuggled into my mother's arms and nodded her head. "I understand."

I smiled to myself as my heart began to sink lower and lower down my stomach. The quote 'Life goes on' never hit me harder than it did at this very second.

You are dead. They are living.

I nodded my head and tried to cheer myself up as I pondered them leaving this small town and most importantly...leaving me. I would be alone but wasn't I alone already?

What difference would it make if they left?

I began sobbing as I kept thinking about their idea. The idea of being left alone here with no one I knew terrified me. Even though my family couldn't see me it comforted me to know that I least people that cared about me were nearby.

"When do I leave?" Lizzie asked.

"I don't want you spending much more time here Lizzie. John is coming over tonight and your grandmother will come in the morning to get you," my mother said tenderly. "You won't get a chance to say goodbye to everyone but we will come back here one day when it's safe."

"I'll miss you," Lizzie said softly.

"I will miss you too but you will only be about an hour away. I'll visit," she said as she moved the hair out of Lizzie's face.

A knock at the door interrupted their moment and my mother stood up slowly, signaling for Lizzie to remain seated as she slowly walked to the door. She looked into the door hole and visibly relaxed as she opened the door.

"Hey, John." She said softly as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

I eyed him suspiciously and stood up to get a closer look at him.

When I looked at him my head began throbbing and I prepared myself for a memory of him.

Lizzie and I looked at one another and tried our best not to laugh at the scene in front of us. After our father left my mother stopped dating, but today she was introducing us to her new boyfriend.

They were an odd couple. My mother was a bit taller than him with black hair and her bubbly personality radiated throughout the room while John, her new boyfriend was the opposite. He was shorter and stockier, he sported a completely bald head and he was a quiet man.

"Lizzie, Aaliyah. This is my boyfriend John," she said as she gestured at him. To us, he wasn't much to look at but the way she looked at him, you would think she had found a hidden treasure.

"Nice to meet you both," he said with a small nod.

He seemed like a cold person but I looked into his eyes and saw otherwise. His brown eyes were full of joy and love, I could tell then and there he would never leave us.

I stood up straight and looked at the man who had become a father figure to Lizzie and me and I grinned from ear to ear. I was ecstatic my mother and sister had him to rely on still.

They all fell into a small conversation and I tried my best to listen along. I found myself joining the conversation a few times and forgetting they couldn't hear me. I ultimately decided to get up and get some air.

I walked through the door of the house and looked around the small neighborhood. I wondered if I was murdered anywhere near here. I hoped I wasn't. My killer was already a huge asshole, I hoped they wouldn't have killed me anywhere near my family though.

I walked further down the driveway way and my head snapped to the neighbor's house when I heard someone yelling.

"Carter take the trash out!" A woman yelled.

"That's what I'm doing mom," a boy yelled back. A moment later the door opened and the cute boy from earlier stepped out with a large trash bag.

I got a headache as I looked at him longer and yet no memory came. But I knew him? He walked back into his house and I was intrigued and decided to follow behind him. It was probably a bad idea but I had to know...

Who are you, Carter?