Chapter Three

 “Hey are you okay?” Were the first words out of Holly’s mouth when I stumbled outside. She looked at me, genuinely worried.

I took a second, breathing and calming down, letting the cool breeze blow my hair slightly. Finally I nodded, my mouth to dry to speak.

“Are you sure? You don’t look too good. Are you nervous?” She pestered me with questions and worried looks. Her worry was genuine, but annoying.

“Water?” I asked, trying not to croak, I failed. Holly smiled at my attempt and just pulled me towards the bathrooms. There was a water fountain. I walked carefully over to it, knowing that if I wasn’t careful I’d end up in a face plant.

I was walking to Judith’s house it was around four and I was smiling to my self. My first day, minus the panic attack, wasn’t all that bad. After the water fountain we did name games and I finally learned the boys name. Isaac, Isaac Bird. He said he was sixteen… and nothing else. Shy much? I don’t know, but he definitely didn’t like talking about himself, or talking at all I think. Another smile breaks from my lips.

Fifteen minutes later I get home, or at least Aunt Judith’s house, it’s not really home to me yet. It’s rented, small but moderate. Two bedrooms a family room and a kitchen. It’s one story, door opening up right into the family room. To the right there’s a hallway that leads to the two bedrooms  with a bathroom in between them. To the left is the kitchen with a booth table and the washer in dryer. Simple, easy but cramped.

I shrugged my back pack off on the couch and head into the kitchen. Pouring my self a glass of orange juice I sigh and close my eyes for a moment.

I shiver even though I’m standing in the sun coming through the window and the heats on. I can feel someone watching me, feel their breath on my neck. I whip around, spilling the orange juice and almost dropping the glass.  Nothing was there.

  I start to get nervous again, I here the drip of the orange juice that I just spilled, and the creaks of the house as it settled. No breathing though, and it had gotten warm again.

Just then I was so tempted to just run into my room and not come out, but instead I grabbed a rag and started cleaning up my mess.  I kept my eyes on the ground my heart still pounding in my chest.

“Kat! What happened?” I jumped as Aunt Judith walked in the room. Her shirt was wrinkled and a little muddy, her jeans were newly ripped and there was mud all over them to.

I blinked confused, what the hell happened to her? Another few moments and I realized she was waiting on an answer. “I uh slipped.” I lied easily, I had been able to lie easily since I was young. Always coming up with reasons why I had bruises or messes in my room. I was always believed.

“Oh…” Aunt Judith looked at me weirdly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m all good.” Another lie slipped easily through my lips. I only lied every so often, it was an instinct a protective one. One to protect me, from what I don’t know, but I could do it. I’d never been caught in a lie, I’d only admitted to one a few times.

“Alright then, I’m going to go take a shower. You finish getting cleaned up here alright?”

“Okay…” She started walking away. “Aunt Judith?” She froze, turned slowly.

“Yes?”

“What the hell happened to you?” I looked at her, she frowned, then looked annoyed.

“Watch your language. It’s rude to swear.” I waited for her answer. “I was at a construction site, got a little muddy.” Her answer was short and cold. I was confused but didn’t say anything more.

I dreamed that night, smoke and ghosts all about. Whispering things to me, making me cold inside.

“We know you can see us, you can control us. You have the power, just accept it. We will protect you, and love you. Once you become one with us. Then, once you become one of us we will help you. Just accept the future the past and the present.” One whispered, he was a blind one, a blind ghost. With a top hat and a tail coat. I giggled at his old fashioned attire.

“You laugh at such a serious manor?” He suddenly snarled and despite his blindness his eyes showed emotion. At the moment they were showing anger, but there was something else, something more like sadness.

“She is not right. She can’t possibly be the right one, much to weak and young. Also, just look at her, giggling like a fool” He said, now turning and talking to someone else. My smile faded and I frowned confused at why he had just insulted me.

“Do you doubt us Reagon?” It was a woman, older, probably somewhere in her fifties. Behind her were a group of other… ghosts... they seemed to be in some sort of meeting or group. Seeing that she seemed to be speaking for them.

“Not at all, I do not doubt you, I doubt the girl.” They all turned their eyes on me, and I began to feel fear engulf me.

“Very well, if that’s the way you see her… Dren, your gift is in the need.” She turned back to me.

A man glided out of the darkness, he was young and dressed in casual clothing. The woman gave him a look.

“You needed something madam?” His tone was defiant his words polite.

“Yes Dren. Please prove to our dear Reagon that she is the one we look for.” Her voice harsh and cold.

“Very well…” his eyes had drifted, he was now looking at me. Taking a few steps towards me he paused and looked at Reagon. “Anything specific?”

“Her past, see if she can remember the first calling.”

“She can’t remember, she wont ever. I can see if its still locked up there, if that’s what you would like.” His tone even more defiant, bored even.

Reagon glared as much as a blind man could. “Fine.” He said curtly.

Dren stood still a little longer, looking at Reagon.

“Well hurry up!” Snapped Reagon, “I may be blind but I’m not stupid or deaf.”

Dren sniggered and smiled at me, he approached me.

He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. I looked back at him, his ice blue eyes were the only thing I could see now. The way they glittered in this dark oblivion. Reaching out for my hand again, I let him take it. By the time he had the chance to give me another smile I had started seeing black spots and then nothing.

 

Author's Note

Alright! Hey there! Chapter three! Yes! I'm currently working on chapter four, just to let you know! :o)
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[Zombeh]

You already have me hooked on what's to come later on. I'm wanting to know what actually going on here, and that's a good thing that you can have a reader [well...me at least] left wondering. I feel like I'm actually in the book, following her journey. Anyhoo, great job once again. Looking forward to the next chapter :)