A/N: Ok! New Story! Awww…it's about time I wrote a Gabe fic. GABE FINDS A GIRL! Thanks DD for the wonderful idea! You're are the best editor EVER! Ok! So…this chapter's a little bland. It's just background information that no one cares about…Poor Gabe…*gives Gabe a hug*
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Disclaimer: I don't own N2N….or Gabey. Poor Gabe…Man, I need sleep…*pushes Henry aside and decides to sleep on Gabe's shoulder this time*
It's just another day…Probably about the fiftieth time I've repeated that to myself this morning. Ok, so I'm not the thriving, charming guy I once was anymore. A little more laid back, I guess is how you could describe it.
You see, I'm dead. Yes, now you're all confused, aren't you? Well, no need to be.
I can see them, my family, I mean. I can see and hear everything they do. But do they notice me? No. Well, except for mom, but that's another story. They thought she was crazy for noticing me, her own son…No one ever even knows that I'm here…that is, of course, until I met Raven.
I woke up that morning feeling weaker than normal. I figured that it was probably because I only slept like 5 hours…But as soon as I got up, I shakily fell back onto my bed. Now that I was awake I recalled it. I had no recollection of the past two weeks…I was blank.
"Shit…" I whispered to myself. Now I remembered. It was the damn ECT…the damn treatment. It was like literally draining the fricken' life out of me.
Supporting myself the whole way, I quickly rushed down stairs, into the kitchen where my mother sat, slightly confused, at the table. "Mom…"
She didn't answer. "Mom, it's me. What's going on?"
She jumped a little, obviously able to hear me. But still she didn't notice me like she did before. Was something wrong? Was she ok? Of course, leave it to the damn doctor to mess up her life.
She sat there for a half hour, staring at pictures and keepsakes, piled in a little box in front of her. Picture by picture she pulled out seemed to be of Natalie, Natalie, her and my father, a few newspaper articles, and, oh. More Natalie. But in the corner of my eye, I spotted another small box, hidden underneath the table. Slowly bending down and grabbing it, I flipped through the many pictures. They were of me.
One caught my attention especially. There were my parents, both brightly smiling. And there I was, half-asleep in my mother's arms. It's hard to believe that they were actually both happy once. It seems like now all I see is the grief.
Digging deeper into the box, I pulled out a smaller, wooden one. It was coated in a shiny finish and had my name engraved on it. I opened it only to hear a hauntingly familiar tune slowly snake its way out. Oh, God…I remember. My music box.
I stared quietly at it as I closed it shut. It hurt to look at it. All those memories, even though I was like two…they haunt me. I want to be alive. I want to feel. I want to be normal.
I put the music box next to my mother. Well, they won this time. Maybe I should just take some time off, you know, relax a bit. So I quietly whispered a stifled "goodbye" and left.
A/N: So…on to the next chapter shall we? Reviews?
