You need to chill out.” “I am chill mom,” Ryleigh snarked back, “I just don’t see why you can’t say what’s going on now and why we are leaving like we stole something!” Tom laughed at his daughter’s comment and then immediately sobered as he saw his wife’s expression. “Ryleigh, we just need to get out of here. The whole point of the camping trip was to have family bonding and talk about things that we need to. There are things that you need to know. Especially now that you are seventeen. We just figured we would do it there.” Ryleigh just stared at her parents in disbelief. It was her birthday! “Well, I guess there isn’t any cake is there? Or are we waiting to celebrate my birthday camping instead of what we originally planned here. You know I had plans for today actually. I wasn’t going to just stay in my room all day or with Cy playing games!” Ryleigh ended up almost screaming at her parents. Her mother placed a cool hand onto her shoulder. “Ryleigh, that’s enough. We are still going to celebrate; we are just going to do it on the road instead of at home. Okay?” Adrianne half implored. Hot tears streamed down Ryleigh’s face. What choice did she have really? She didn’t have any other plans. She never had any other plans. The only thing she was going to do today was hang with her best friend. That was it. Ryleigh agreed and went back into the house to grab the rest of her things. “Let her cool off, Tom,” she could hear her mom telling her dad. “She is going to have to absorb a lot and we need to allow her some space.” Tom agreed and they resumed packing the truck. Two hours later they were on the road heading to Yosemite. Ryleigh sat in the back seat with her headphones in. She just wanted to listen to her music and not talk to anyone about anything at the moment. Before they took off she talked to Cy one last time. It was an awkward conversation, but he looked like he was feeling better. “I swear,” Cy repeated, “I’m fine. We’ll hang out when you get back.” Ryleigh wasn’t too convinced and thought she could hear a slight nervousness in his responses. He was her best friend and she trusted him. Implicitly. Neither one of them knew or understood what happened to him, but they didn’t hug or touch during the entire conversation. Ryleigh felt better that way. It was something that had never happened before. And would make sure it would never happen again. Closing her eyes she allowed the music in her ears and the rocking motion of the truck put her to sleep.
2 Bringing the dead back to life He surveyed the wreckage before him. Twisted metal and the smell of burning oil and gasoline permeated his senses. The heat from the flames were intense. For once he was glad that his imp was nosy. Obviously not nosy enough or he could have prevented this from happening. He spied her lying in the ruins of the accident. Running over to Ryleigh, his heart beat furiously in his chest hoping she was still alive. Anyone else happening upon the scene would assume her dead. She didn't have a pulse and didn't respond to physical stimuli. With her body surrounded by blood and her skin a sickly pallor, the prognosis was not good. Tristan, however, could sense the energy still lingering within her. It hadn’t dissipated and he knew that he could bring her back. The energy humming within her core was playing an old familiar song that only he could hear. Ryleigh’s injuries were devastating. She had multiple contusions and fractures. Tristan grimaced at the compound fracture in her right leg as he could see the gleaming white bone penetrating her flesh and skin. But the worst part…the worst of it was the three-foot metal rod impaling her chest. “Shhh, it’s