My mum, my dad, and I have come hiking to the top of the mountain, and I want to stand at the very edge of the cliff, just for funzas.

Just as I walk there, my mum yells, "SKYLAR!" and pushes me off the fucking cliff.

"I'M NATASHA ROMANOFF, FUCKERS!" I yell as I keep falling down.

When I finally reach the ground, I am able to immediately get up. But when I looked down, I realise my soul has left my body.

Literally.

My soul self, a.k.a myself right now, is looking at my mangled dead body.

Mum and Dad come down the cliff the safer way, and high-five each other.

"Good riddance," Mum says.

"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands," my dad sings as I say, "Fuck. You." to the beat.

"Bloody hell," A British voice sounds behind me, and I jump. "They're inhumane!"

I turn around to see the one and only Newtie the cutie patootie standing there, gaping at my dead body and then at my parents.

"You ok after that, love?" He asks, and it took me every ounce of control to not fall to my knees at that accent. I slowly nod.

"C'mere," he opens his arms and pulls me in for a hug. I'm still dazed.

Hold the fuck up, NEWT IS HUGGING ME?!

I wrap my arms around him as fast as I could without seeming weird.

We hugged for a while, but then he pulled away. Dammit.

"You alright now, love?" He asks, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, surprised at how even I sounded.

"Hi!" A bright squeaky voice calls from behind me, and I turn around to see Chuck.

"Hi," I grin widely.

Chuck looks stunned.

"No one's ever said it back to me before," he says in a hushed whisper. "You're the first."

"Glad I did, buddy," I say, smiling.

Chuck runs over and hugs me. I hug him back, thinking that I should have died earlier.

× time skip to after a few days, brought to you by Harry getting into trouble everyday ×

We, as in Chuck, Newt and I, enjoyed everyday. We never slept, since ghosts don't need sleep.

We are, once again, enjoying our day, when suddenly we spot a familiar man sitting on a chair, reading. Chuck or Newt may not recognise him, but I do.

"Ah," he says, putting his book down and getting up. "I was hoping I'd run into you."

I instinctively put an arm around Chuck and grab Newt's hand, glaring at him.

"Who are you?" demanded Newt.

"I, Newt, am your, as Minho would say, shuck Creator." He smiled evilly, noticing how Newt flinched at the mention of Minho.

"You heartless bastard," I curse. "What have they ever done to you?"

"Who's this young lady?" He turned to me.

"One of the many lives you destroyed," I snarl.

He simply chuckled.

"Skylar," Chuck said quietly. "Do you know him?"

At this, Newt turned to me as well, not glaring down the man for once.

"Yes," I say, my voice shaky. " He is the most vile, evil, cruel man ever."

"What did he do?" Newt asked in a hushed voice.

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. "He- He- HE CREATED WICKED!" I yell finally. "THIS CREATURE IS BEHIND WICKED! HE WAS THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! JAMES DASHNER, I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" I lunge for the knife on the nearby table and stab him with it.

He gasped and dropped to the floor.

"Skylar!" I hear both of the angels yelp, and I suddenly feel disgusted with myself.

"This is for every favourite book character you've ever killed," I hiss at him.

And then I wake up.