ISABEL~
"What?" A huge, dark eyeball suddenly loomed into my field of vision, completely masking the blinding white light. "You are awake? Good. You are going to help mend every ounce of emotional suffering I just went through for the past month."
The face moved a few inches back. Huh? Is she not dead?
The familiar features of Tyra came into full view. Is she actually alive?
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she yelled, the sudden volume making me jump.
She leaped back in equal surprise, clutching her chest and pointing a finger directly at me. "What is wrong with you?"
My gaze swept over her. She wasn't wearing one of those elegant velvet royal gowns anymore. Instead, she wore a simple black tank top and blue palazzo jeans, her wild curls packed tightly into a rough bun—a style she always insisted was the latest fashion.
Of course, this wasn't Tyra. I was looking at Christy. My absolute best friend, Christy.
