Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

I started struggling to get air into my lungs. The pain in my head increased as his memories poured into my mind. No, nope, don’t want to know. I closed my eyes and focused on pushing them away. I knew what he wanted; I felt it. He needed to tell someone his story. And I really didn’t want to deal with this right now. It felt like hours later when the pain finally faded and I was able to take a deep breath again. When I couldn’t feel the dead man anymore, I opened my eyes and adjusted my side mirror with a shaking hand. He was about fifteen feet down the road – it didn’t look like he noticed me. I’ve been in town not even ten minutes, and the dead were already walking by. It was a new record even for me. I don’t want to see the dead, but I didn’t get much of a choice. The Sight has been passed down through my family since the beginning; though it only affects the women. Lucky me. I closed my eyes, suddenly tired. Please, just let the dead stay away tomorrow. I don’t know who I was asking, or if I’d ever get an answer. All the other answers to my request have been no. This one will probably be the same. Tucking my cell phone back into the inside pocket of my leather jacket, I slid out of the Blazer. I pulled out my duffel bag and the small box of art supplies that I had managed to collect over the years.