Death Bed

Susannah Simon:

Saturday, 10:00 am

"Now you're going to get it!" I yelled charging at the ghost. My silver ballet flat shoes padded across the slippery pavement. I could feel my scalp burning, the blood running down my back.

I'm going to be very blunt with you. Father Dominic is a priest at our school. Jesse is my boyfriend who used to be a ghost but is now alive. Paul was evil but learned to be good like us and we are all mediators. We can see, hear, speak and make contact with the dead. Yup, we're a 'mediator gang.' Paul's nickname, not mine.

So in other words, we can touch them, meaning they can touch us, and that they can physically hurt us. That's the main problem of being a mediator.

I was supposed to meet Jesse and Father Dom and Paul at the Coffee Clutch Café.

I got a little detoured. I live really close to the café and being it was a comfortable 70 degree day, I walked.

Notice my use of was.

It started pouring and thundering and being I didn't want to get struck by lightning I ran the rest of the way. I was only a block away when I was thrown into the air from some unseen force.

Well, unseen to everyone but our little 'Mediating Gang.' Now I am on the roof of the café and can I tell you I am not exactly thrilled about heights. And the little problem called the pole behind me: HUGE conductor of lightning. Great huh? The best part is if I yell you can't hear me over the thunder. Michelle was no idiot.

Her name is (or shall I say was?) Michelle Norrington. She was one of those snobs you read about in books. Started wearing make up before she was even a teenager, a million handsome boyfriends (bought?) that kind of thing. She was 19 years old now and still hadn't settled down with the 'right guy', until the day she was hit by a bus, more precisely, the school bus, which I just happened to be riding on.

Brad was in an accident (more like drunken date than accident) and we had to ride the bus. Of course the one day I go on the bus we hit a nineteen year old woman, I know, life is a bitch.

Anyway back to the present….

"You stupid bitch you don't understand anything!! My father is going to sue your sorry ass when he figures out all that you have done to me!!!"

She didn't realize she was dead. Or that talking about my ass with her wasn't really going to calm me down.

I guess she didn't figure out that she had telekinetic powers yet. That made my job much easier. She isn't moved on to the new life or whatever and I just need to help her finish her unfinished business. So now all I have to do is help her, hopefully before she figures out the whole powers thing.

"YOU'RE DEAD!" I shouted at her. "You can't communicate to your father unless you do it through me okay?" I asked. "You were hit by a bus, remember?"

Her eyes glazed over as though she were thinking, but quite unexpectedly she used telekinetic powers to tie me to the pole with rope.

I don't know where she got the rope or when she figured out her powers, but everything was just a big confusing glob right then.

My limbs were being pulled to the extent while the ropes dug into my flesh. I squirmed and tried to release myself but found it was no use. I was afraid of losing circulation, but then realized that was the least of my problems.

"Make me alive!" she screeched.

"I can't." I told her. I was starting to get scared now. Ghosts I can control (barely) but lightning on the other hand… well not so much.

I heard the crack before I felt the pain. All of a sudden it felt like a thousand spikes were running its way in and out of my body. I screamed loud enough over the thunder that I knew it could be heard in the Café.

My body was throbbing. That's why I was so surprised that all of a sudden I was on the concrete, uninjured. I was running towards the stairs to find the whole 'Mediator Gang' before it was too late. Before Michelle attempted to hurt anyone else.