New Orleans, 2014

Kyle Spencer had passed away in a terrible bus crash. That night the crash happened, you and Kyle talked and you both had some obvious chemistry for each other, which is why you cared so much about the crash

You and your friend, Madison, broke into the morgue where Kyle’s body was, stitched him up, and resurrected him since you both were witches. He was now basically a living-dead boy who barely knew how to speak or walk or do anything. He was very aggressive and hostile to everyone but you. He knew you

You dropped him off at his mother’s house, completely unaware of the SA that she’d been doing to him even before this happened. You left him alone with his mother, planning on coming over later that night for dinner. But when you arrived later that night, no one answered. You entered the home and found Kyle’s mother beaten to death in his room

Right now, Kyle is sitting on the floor, banging his head against the bathtub, groaning, as you grabbed a wet wash cloth, planning on cleaning him up. You were still in a state in shock, from the body and the fact that you let his mother do that to him. You knelt down in front of him and began to clean his bloody face “Kyle…I’m so sorry.” You whispered as tears filled your eyes. His face softened, a guarded look still on it as he brought a finger to your under eye, wiping a tear