This is my first Ghost Whisperer fanfic so please have mercy on it.
Oh, and Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
"Hi Aiden" the giggling girls said as they passed him in the halls. He simply nodded at them.
"Happy 16th birthday, Aiden" other giggling girls said. He thanked them. Aiden was just making his way down the hall until he noticed something that should be there.
He saw Kathy. She had died when she was 15. She still had the dirty clothes and the wounds she had then: a bloody shirt, pale face and a knife wound in her gut. This poor girl just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was a street fight and Kathy was just trying to get home. Instead, she got a knife in the gut and almost instantly died. But what was she doing here? Talking to her best friend, Ally.
Ally and Kathy were inseparable. They wouldn't do anything if the other didn't approve. They often stayed to themselves. Ever since Kathy died, Ally was lost. She didn't know where to go anymore or what to do. She was just there.
When Kathy had died, Melinda had warned Aiden that he might see her roaming around with Ally. But she never did. So why is she here now?
"Ally! Ally, listen to me!" Kathy yelled. "Stop ignoring me! Ally! I've been dead for a year and suddenly we're not best friends anymore? I thought you'd be happy that I was back! You know, I'm used to people ignoring me. I get that on a daily basis. But how can you ignore me?" Kathy looked around until she finally made eye contact with Aiden.
"You!" she pointed directly at him. "I know you! You were that boy! That dated Ally for a year, and then dumped her! You haven't changed a bit, you know. You're still a huge jerk! Eavesdropping on use like this! How dare you!"
"Kathy, listen to me" he whispered, trying not to attract too much attention.
"Why are you speaking so low? You don't want the other kids to know you're talking to me?"
"Well, yes. Because you're dead. If they knew I was talking to you they'd think I'm crazy."
"What a load of bull! My little sister always talks to me. And so many other people always acknowledge me. So they can hear me and they can see me. So why are you acting like you can't?" The school bell rang and that meant it was time for class.
"Look, can we please just talk about this after school." Kathy stared at him and finally agreed. Aidan ran to class, with Kathy on his mind at all times.
"Alright, I'm here. Now what do you want to talk about?" Kathy asked.
"Well, actually, I was going to ask you that..." Aidan said, trying to help her like his mother would.
"Excuse me? You were the one that wanted to talk to me after school."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this. Let's just start with the basics..."
"Basics?"
"You know you're dead, right?" she laughed out loud.
"Of course I know that!"
"Okay... and you do know that no one can actually see or hear you... right?" Kathy stared at him blankly. This she did not know.
"You're wrong. I've been talking to my little sister for the past year. She always defends me when my mother ignores me and she always comforts me when I'm having trouble. Plus, everyone always looks at me when I walk through town... plus, if that were the case you wouldn't be talking to me right now."
"How old is your sister?"
"Seven."
"Well, that would be why. Children can see ghosts. And I have a gift where I can see them too, very much like my mothers gift. Usually, ghosts would cross over when they die. I guess, there's something holding you back-"
"But what? What am I still doing here! When I died I expected to see a white light or a tunnel. But instead I saw my own dead body! So explain to me, what the hell am I still doing here and how do I get out? I'm sick and tired of watching everyone live their happy life and I don't like watching Ally cry herself to sleep at night anymore! So tell me Aidan, can you help me or am I wasting my time?"
"I... don't know..." Kathy turned around to leave but Aiden called out to her.
"Wait! I want to help you. I'm just not very experienced yet. But please, come with me back home and we can talk to my mom. She's very good at this kind of stuff."
"And why should I trust you?"
"Because you're just like Ally. You're lost and scared. So please. Let me help you."