I do not own Ghost Hunt in any way. The only thing that I own is my own added characters to existing stories.
Prologue
(7 Years Ago)
A lone boy sits in a hospital hallway upon one of the hard chairs; a nurse occasionally rushing by or a doctor strolling down with a file in their hand. The boy pays them no mind as he continues to intently stare at the closed door directly across from where he sat. His shoulders are frail and curved as he seems to be trying to tuck into himself and his deep black hair brushes his blue clothed shoulders every time he tilts his head. His crystal blue eyes twitch to the nameplate next to the door for a moment before returning to the room where people can be seen moving around inside from the small window in the door. An hour passes before a nurse exits the room and the gold around the boy's pupils seem to glow brighter as she walks towards him. She looks at him with pitying eyes before addressing him "Your mother wishes to see you." They stare at one another for a moment before the boy's knuckles turn stark white against his already pale skin as he tightens his grip upon the edge of his plastic chair. With trembling shoulders and a tucked chin he lifts himself from the chair and pauses on the threshold of the door. He knows what is about to happen within that room.
A lump forms in his throat and his eyes sting as he blinks away tears. With shaking hands he slides the door open and steps in. There lying among the white sheets is woman who was once obviously beautiful before the cancer took hold of her. Her once luscious blonde hair is gone and her warm brown eyes are broken. Lines mar her face as she attempts to smile for her son, but is interrupted by a coughing fit so strong that blood splatters on the sheets lying upon her. The boy watches this with a blank expression as she turns back to him with a grimace. "Come here, son." She says in a hoarse whisper, blood speckled on her lips. The boy carefully moves forward to sit on the bed beside her hip and holds her hand in both of his small ones.
"My baby boy," she whispers as she tucks a lock of obsidian hair behind his ear. "Mommy can't stay for very long sweetheart. I just want you to know that I Love You So Much and though you may not believe me, your daddy does too. I know he left us when you were younger, but he had his reasons. You'll come to understand when you're older. I promise." At these last two words she leans forward to kiss the boy's wrinkled brow, leaving behind a few speckles of blood from her lips, as he thinks about what she said. She leans back against the pillows and he finally responds with a frown on his face and a determined glint in his eye. "I'll never understand and I'll NEVER forgive him." His mother's breathing catches in her throat for a second at the sight before she gives him a heartbroken smile. "Okay, sweetie. Whatever you want." Her eyes begin to flutter against her sunken cheeks as the heart monitor picks up speed. "I love you, baby boy. My sweet boy." These last words pass her lips in a sigh as the heart monitor flat lines; doctors and nurses rush in.
The boy jumps up and moves back against the wall to stay out of the staff's way, but he knows it's too late. The light from the sun shining through the window glints off the tears streaming down his face as he watches the golden orb leave his mother's body. It hovers for a moment before him and then disappears through the open window, curtains flowing as a breeze had passes by; leaving behind a newly orphaned boy, the scent of roses, and the sigh of a name.
"My Alex."