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âWhere...where am I?â
âYouâre in a hospital unit in intensive care. Do you remember what happened?â
She shook her head, but not like she was saying no, but like she was clearing her thoughts. âI remember we had an argument, I drove to the stop sign on Orange Street, and then I heard someone scream...â Her voice trailed off and she looked at me. Her expression was full of amazement, pain, and...shame. âIâm sorry, Claire.â
âWhy are you sorry? I was the one who was being unreasonable. The fight was my fault.â
âOh, sweetie, I donât mean the fight. Well, I am sorry about that, and you are fine. Donât ever forget that Iâll always love you.â She gave me a strong but loving look and said, âNo matter what. But that notâs what I wanted to talk about, well, not yet anyway. Iâm sorry I didnât believe you about Chris.â
Sheâs apologizing about Chris?! Clearly she needs to get her priorities straightened out!
âWhy,â I struggled to find words. âWhy are you apologizing for not believing me about Chris?â
âNow, this is going to be hard for me to say, partly because I am in pain and partly because I still can not believe it my self. When I stopped at that stop sign, there was a moment where it felt like the whole world had stopped. Everything was in slow motion. I was talking to you before it happened, but when everything paused you were in mid sentence. You didnât continue talking till after this.
I had looked over to the passenger seat because I felt an extremely cold air radiating from that area, and he was sitting there in the car with me! He looked over to me and talked to me! It was the most amazing thing! He talked for a long time, and it was really only a few seconds, but the world and time itself paused! Do you know what he said?â I shook my head and she continued. âHe said, âYou are about to crash into a black truck. I tell you this because if I had nothing to do with it you would die from the crash, but I will protect your life. You will be badly injured and will go through a lot of pain, but you will not die. Iâm saving you because you need to help Claire find the guilty one. Sheâll explain everything.â And then he vanished, time started again and I saw the black truck spinning out of control. Then, I wake up here.â
Chris talked to my mom! He saved her life! He wanted her to help me find the guilty one?
That was the only thing that didnât make sense.
My mother looked at me with the face that I hadnât realized till then I missed so much. She was concerned for me. âWhat is it?â
âThe guilty one. I donât get it.â
âWell, guilty means-â
âI know what that means! I donât get who that is or what it has to deal with him.â
âThink back, Claire. You saw him a few times before correct?â She didnât wait for me to answer. She was back. âDid he talk to you?â
âYeah. He said...â I gasped. âHe said that I knew who the killer was! He texted me and the text read âYou know the killer. They are closer then you thinkâ! Mom, he wants us to find the person who murdered him!â
She looked skeptical at first, but then she really thought. âFirst degree murder is of course illegal. That would make the murderer a guilty person...â She gasped too. âYes, of course! Of course he would want us to find his murderer! So they canât hurt anyone else! Claire, my darling, you are a genius!â
I didnât feel happy like she did. I felt the over whelming pain of talking about Chris, and murderers, and how they interact. The knife was stabbing me again, but not in my stomach. This time my heart was being tormented by the constant stabbing. I didnât show my pain on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming in horror knowing that too many stabs at the heart would end my pain...and me.
âMom, I canât do that,â I whispered.
Her concerned look returned. âWhy? Honey, we need to do this. We canât be the cause of others dying.â
âMom, youâre a lawyer! You can put together a search party and find that killer. I want no part in this. Itâs too painful.â
âClaire.â She said my name softly, and I loved the way her softness felt warm across my cold skin. âI know Chris was very special to you, and I know how special you were to him. You two were so close you were like brother and sister. Sometimes bickered like siblings also,â she laughed. âBut you have to help him so he can move on and be happy. He needs you right now.â She put her bandaged hand on mine.
âBut I canât let him move on, cause that means that heâll be gone forever.â
âSweety, when you really care about someone they never leave you. Chris is dead, he has been that way for a year, but that doesnât mean he is gone and he left you. No, I can guarantee that he will watch over you and everyone else who cared about him.â She squeezed my hand slightly. âNow, go home and get some rest, but could you tell the nurse I need some pain killer before you leave?â
I smiled at her. âOf course I will. Do you think they could give me some pain killer too?â
The concern was back. âAre you in pain?â
Not yet.
âNo maâam. Just a joke.â
She smiled at me. âCome here.â She opened her arms and I hugged her gently. âEverything is going to be fine. Itâll work out, darling.â
I hope so. Mom, you almost died because of me being stubborn! Iâm not sure we should do this...
8. Under The Cherry Tree
SilentGirl: She woke up today!
GhostBoy: She did??!! Iâm happy for you, but Iâm not sure we should be talking. I mean, I know we talk like everyday, but it still feels wrong knowing your mom said you werenât aloud to anymore...
I sighed. I knew how he felt about talking behind my momâs back, but I havenât really been talking to Sammy in a while. I know Iâm being a little dramatic about what happened two weeks ago, but she really hurt my feelings! She hasnât even bothered texting me, calling me, or even talking to me at school. I mean, three days after that happened she sent me a text saying, âIâm sorry.â That was the last time she tried to talk to me! So, I really havenât had anyone but him to talk to, and itâs not like Iâm going to go to a school counselor. I can already imagine what type of nut house they would send me to.
SilentGirl: I know how you feel, and Iâm sorry but youâre the only one I can talk to. Youâre the only one around any more or who understands. Wait, that reminds me! Guess what my mom said to me today????!!!!???!!! Go on! Just guess!!
GhostBoy: Ummm..... That.... you look really pretty and... she thanked you for saving her life?
SilentGirl: No! First of all, Iâm not pretty Iâm beautiful! Second of all, she doesnât know that Iâm the one who saved her. I didnât think about that when she was talking to me.... Anyway, nope! Thatâs not it! Keep guessing!
GhostBoy: Wow! Somebodyâs full of themself... Ha! Come on! Just tell me! I donât like thinking! It makes my brain hurt! Thatâs why I dropped out of school....
I laughed. He had such a way with humor.
SilentGirl: Ha! Ha! Ha! So funny! Anyway, she was talking to me about the crash and she said that she saw Chris! Can you believe it??!!
I waited. I waited for a few seconds, but then those seconds turned to minutes. I waited five minutes before I decided to type another message.
SilentGirl: GB, are you there? Did you leave? The screen says you didnât.... Are you okay?
Another five minutes.
Maybe telling him about what Mom said was a bad idea. I mean...well...I donât get why it would be bad to tell him! He said two weeks ago that he also saw Chrisâs spirit, so why would it be bad telling him that my mom saw Chris also?
I waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. My screen still said that GhostBoy was logged on, so it wasnât like he left. Maybe he was just typing back a long message! No. He wouldâve typed back when he knew I was worried about him. What could be going on?
I was just about to give up when I got a message.
GhostBoy: We need to meet. Like, face to face.
WHAT?! He wants us to meet...in PERSON?! How could that happen? Why does he want to? Why do we have to? Should I meet him? Is he really a teenager? Could he be a predator? What if heâs lying about seeing Chris? Why am I thinking all these questions instead of asking him for the answers? Because Iâm me. Thereâs one question answered.
SilentGirl: Why do we need to meet? Why canât we be fine just talking over the internet? I mean, itâs enough for me. Why isnât that enough for you???? Huh????
GhostBoy: Itâs just not....*Growl* Itâs just not the same!
SilentGirl: I donât think thatâs such a good idea....
GhostBoy: Why? Weâre friends right?
SilentGirl: Well, yeah we are but that doesnât mean we HAVE to meet face to face right?
GhostBoy: Iâll meet you in twenty minutes at the bench in the old park under the Japanese cherry tree. See ya then.
He logged off.
Under the Japanese cherry tree in the old park...thatâs where Chris and I would go to talk. That was our spot! Why does he want to meet there? Why not somewhere with more people like the diner or the mall? Why in the old park? Well, I have to get going if I want to meet him there in twenty minutes. Do I really want to go though?
I didnât think the answer to my question because I knew it would have stopped me. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car.
On my way to the old park, which was on the other side of town, I didnât think about what I was doing and how dangerous it could be. I thought about how I felt about actually meeting GhostBoy. I felt thrilled. I could see if he was a really cute popular guy who just went in the chat room to meet new people, or if he was a big looser who didnât have any friends and knew that no one knew who anyone was in the chat room so he could meet people and actually talk to them. Was he really a teenage boy though? Or was he some forty year old man who could hurt or possibly kill me?
I shook that out of my head. I went back to thinking about him being really cute.
When I arrived at the old park I almost burst out laughing. I donât know why I was
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