As I walked down the sidewalk with my mom and Ginger, I watched the people around me. We were walking to visit my father, to get him to sign divorce papers and give Ginger and I a chance to choose which parent I wanted to stay with. Truly, I wanted to stay with my mom, and nothing much would've changed, but I was worried about being separated from Ginger.
     Unlike me, she actually remembered our father. And as often as she criticized him for having left us and Mom, I knew she liked our dad a bit better than our mom.
      From my right, I heard something in an alley across the road, and looked over. A girl was standing in the entrance to the alley, as another girl ran past. The second girl looked back at the first, and tripped into the road.
     I lunged to help her, but I wasn't fast enough, as a car hit her just then, completely crushing her body. She let out a short, strangled scream as she got hit, drawing the attention of my sister and my mother. Other cars in the road braked quickly, skidding to a halt before hitting the girl's limp body.
     The other girl I'd seen was running towards the now-bleeding girl, with a few injuries to her face, while a strong, dangerous-looking man stalked out behind her, with bruised knuckles. Breaking free of my family, I ran to the injured girl. My mother reached out behind me, and my 16 year old sister only stared in shock.
     I wasn't sure what I could do to help the girl, but I knew there was something I could do. The older one was crying, holding the injured girl close to her chest, and murmuring something in an unfamiliar language. I guessed they were sisters, because they didn't seem to have too much of an age difference and they looked similar.
     The teenage girl glared at me as I got close to her sister. "I think I can help her." I said, kneeling down beside them. She swallowed, "Please." I nodded and laid a hand against the injured girl's back. Without knowing why or how, I could tell exactly where the girl had been hurt.
     Most of the blood was from the right side of her body, and a lot of her bones had been crushed, including her spine. If there had been any chance, no matter how slim, of her survival, it'd been reduced to nothing by the sever of her spinal cord.
     A soft glow emitted from my hand, making the pink-eyed girl stare at me, and then press her face to her younger sister's shoulder. I wasn't sure how I was doing it, or what exactly I was doing, and I stared in wonder as the blood that pooled around the girl somehow got pulled back into her body, although the stains on her clothes stayed.
     In my mind's eye, I could see the girl's shattered bones knitting themselves back together. After all was healed, there was darkness. In it, I could see the girl. She was lying on the ground, her breaths coming in ragged, thin gasps. It was like she was a ghost, a spectral being.
     It was sad, the way she laid there. The soft glow of her being was quickly fading, and I picked up the girl bridal style, hearing her ragged breathing close to me as I ran through the darkness, trying to find her body.
     What I was doing was pure instinct. Otherwise I had no idea what I was meant to do. I found her body, and placed her spirit down on top of her. The body sucked in a breath, hungry for the air she'd been deprived of.
     The black faded away, and I saw the girl's older sister again. She gasped softly as she heard the flutter of the girl's heart. I moved my hand away from the previously broken girl, and I was suddenly unaware of anything that was going on inside her.
     "Azami! Azami! Watashi no moto ni modotte kite! Onegai!" The crying girl cried. "Kaede?" The injured one asked. The whole situation made my heart swell with pride; I'd just saved this girl's life. But the moment was cut short as my mother snatched me away.
     "What the hell did you just do? I've already told you not to do that thing out in public!" My mother hissed in my ear. I struggled against her, trying to stay with the two girls.
     "Anata wa ikite iru!"
     "Yeah...I'm alive. What happened though?"
     "You were hit by a car." I said over my shoulder. "I was?" The curiosity was thick in her voice. "I healed you. Somehow." And that was the truth. I honestly had no more idea what I'd done than anyone else.
     "Thanks." She said. "No problem." I smiled at her. "I'm sorry, I don't know what she did, but we need to go now." My mother said, trying to pull me away again. But before she could get me too far, the older girl grabbed my hand. "How can I repay you? You saved my little sister's life."
     My mother paused, but from the way her grip tightened on my arm, I knew she was angry with me. I shrugged, "I don't know. I wish I did. But you're welcome." The girl nodded slowly, releasing my hand. My mother pulled me into the crowd immediately, pulling me back to my sister.
     "You should've come with me!" My mother growled. But I didn't notice. My attention was drawn to a soft blue glow coming from the shadows. As it quickly died out, the crowd began moving again. I wondered briefly if I was the only one who even noticed it's pause.

     As my parents spoke in the other room, I replayed the events of the day in my head as my sister texted her friends on her phone.
     The girl who got run over by a car, me somehow knowing exactly how to return her spirit to her body. Watching her shattered bones fix themselves, watching her spinal cord knit itself back together. It was severed, she should've been dead. But she wasn't. And I somehow knew exactly why.
     It was because after a person died, there was a window of time for about a minute and a half to return the spirit to the body in the dimension between the real world and the afterlife known as the "Seam." After a minute and a half in the Seam, the spirit would fully enter the afterlife and the person would be truly, 100% dead.
     I groaned. "How do I know this?" I muttered, running a hand through my blonde hair. Next week we'd get it cut to my shoulders so it wasn't so infuriatingly long.
     "Know what?" Ginger asked, looking up from her phone. Unlike me, she had ginger hair. Although she had blue eyes instead of brown. "Nothing." I lied, laying down. She rolled her eyes and went back to texting on her phone.
     At that moment, our parents came in. "Alright phones down, pick a parent." My father said, crossing his arms. My mother's eyes were narrowed. Ginger stared at them, putting down her phone for a minute as she looked between the two. "Y'know...I'mma go with Mom." She said.
     Silently, I let out a sigh of relief. "Me too." I said, closing my eyes. I was sure my father would look disappointed, and I didn't want to see that. "I-..." My father sighed, "I guess that's not unexpected." He let out a laugh, although it was mirthless.
     "Well then, kids. Say goodbye to your father, and let's go." My mother said. As quick to run from her past as possible.