A/N: I've been gone a long time. I'm sorry. I also haven't written anything fanfic-y for a while. I'm sorry. This chapter wasn't written by me. It was written by the wonderful TheyCallMeSpy over on wattpad. I was allowed to adopt this story, as Spy was busy with life. So yeah. Again, I apologize.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cry or Josy, Cry owns himself and Spy owns Josy. I only own the other characters that appear later on, based off of characters from Beyond: Two Souls as they may be.
I giggled and ran through my large house. "Cry! You can't catch me! " I yell and span around into the kitchen where my mother was cooking dinner. Looking at her as I ran by, I caught a glimpse if a smile. Only a glimpse because I had ran into the counter. It took me a moment to register the pain but I felt Cry poke my shoulder and he chuckled in my ear. "I caught you, Josy." I sniffled and rubbed my temple the pain kicking in now. I heard my mothers footsteps come towards me. "Oooh darling are you okay?" She turned me around and hugged me tightly.
"Yes, mom, I'm fine." I smiled and looked at cry. "Can I keep playing now?"
"Sure, darling, go on ahead." She stood back up and continued to prepare for dinner .
"Come on, Josy!" Cry said and pulled at my arm. I stood up and let him pull me along until we stopped in my room, in front of the full body mirror. He smiled at my reflection " watch this." I nodded and stared at myself in awe as my long black hair started to stand up as if it was full of pure static electricity
I laughed excitedly and clapped. Cry smiles and then looked like he was focusing. I suddenly felt my feet lift off of the ground. I was floating. I squeezed excitedly and smiled at Cry as I moved higher and higher. Giggling and squealing, I'd never been happier in my entire life. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I started to panic. Mom and dad would freak out if they saw this. I flailed "Cry! Cry! Put me down! quick! Cry put me DO-" I was cut off by my mother and father gasping, I felt my fathers hand grab my arm and pull it down but cry was still holding me. I could tell he didn't like my parents, he'd even told me he had bad feelings about my father especially. "Cry! It's fine. Don't be nervous, you'll only make things worse!" I felt myself go higher. "CRY PLEASE." He dropped me swiftly and I fell into my dad's arms.
