At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study. After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became d...stressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for. Linda just smiled at me in a coy kind of way. “Why we have come here is to tell you your time now, here, is almost up. You will have little time left to make any arrangements before you transition.” I just looked at them wide eyed. The term transition had meaning for me.At willfully trying to conjure up disbelief in them I was failing. I wanted everything to suddenly revert back to what it was seconds ago, my reality, what I wanted to hang on to. I was a god. This wasn’t happening. I wished I’d. To make matter worse, Aspen was called into the school’s office and questioned about her previous school. Apparently they hadn’t quite yet received her transcripts—no surprise there. She was able to buy another day or two, but that is all she is going to get. It won’t be long before some hot shot detective gets involved and starts putting pieces together.Aspen arrives at the house hosting the party. She doesn’t know the girl, but she knows she is a cheerleader or something—one of the more. Her face was heavy with a strange expression that was equal parts amusement and something else entirely, something I couldn't place. As I peered sheepishly back at her, she gnawed on her lower lip. Something was happening there. The air in the room felt thick and charged. In my dizzy, panicked state, I assumed that she hated me and that the tension in the room was one of resentment."I'm... I'm sorry," I said quietly, wishing the ground would swallow me up. There was no point in denying it. My.