-Chapter Two-

A week after her best friend had died, she felt like she was ready to face school where faces would be looking at her, hundreds of eyes, whispers about her, the attention focused on her. She couldn't hid because of what she felt or what had happened, not even if it meant to face the questions of everyone or the whispers. Even if it meant to stop crying and to accept that her best friend has moved on, him wanting her to do the same as he didn't want her life, anyone's, to suffer because he had passed away.
She would do it for him.
She could talk for him.
She would live for him.
She would breath for him.

Slipping on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black sweatshirt, and black converse, she tied her hair into a ponytail before sliding her bag across her arm, landing on her shoulder. Sucking in a breath, she decided for her mother to drive her and not her riding her skateboard to school.
"Are you ready to do this? You can wait if you're not." Her mother said once she saw her coming down the stairs, her looking as if she would burst into tears.
"No, mom. This can't hold me back anymore. He would want it this way." She replied, walking from the stairs towards the door as she opened it, her mother following her out.
"If you feel as if you can't do it or need some more time, feel free to call me and I'll pick you up." Her mother told her before starting the car, backing out of the driveway as she licked her lips, confirming that she was ready to face school.
Her audience.

Pulling up to the curb, the car shook as if it was nervous it's self and not Elise. Stepping out of the car, she watched as her mother pulled away from the curb, driving away as she sighed, looking at the school building before stepping towards it. Reaching the door, she sighed, trying to calm herself as she prepared to face the hundreds of students, pulling open the door. Stepping inside, the school went silent, studying her every move as if she was an alien walking Earth. Looking around at the faces, she continued to walk, turning down a hall on her left, the first one, disappearing from the naked eye as she darted to her locker, forcing it open as she pushed her face inside, hoping to become visible. Once her locker was open for her to see, a few pieces of paper were seen at the bottom, her bending down to pick them up, seeing the words, "Sorry," and, "Daniel," written across them in ink and lead.
Taking them, she sucked in a breath before closing her locker, shoving them in her bag before continuing on with her way to her class. Passing by faces staring, she managed to make it to English, switching seats to sit in the back, away from any human contact or stares. Arms across her desk, she waited for the bell to ring as she looked at her desk, peeking up to see Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski walking in. Sitting next and in front of me, they softly talked to each other just as the bell rang, them quieting down with the rest of the class.
"Open your books to page seventy." The teacher requested, well, more like he ordered, everyone, mostly, flipping to the page before pulling out their books.
As the teacher began to read the words on the page printed in ink, a few eyes looked towards Elise, her practically shoving her face in her book. Looking up at the class, she noticed the faces turning away from her as the teacher's back was towards her.
"Elise." A voice whispered, it being Stiles who was next to me, giving a small smile as he made sure the teacher wasn't looking.
"Please leave me alone." She whispered, trying to look away and to get her attention off of him only to see Scott turn around in his seat.
"I'm sorry for what happened to Daniel." Scott tried to apologize, only the force of crying held in her from yelling at him.
"It wasn't your fault. It was no one's." She replied, not wanting to cry as she looked in her book, hearing him whisper to her.
"Just- if there is anything that we can do to make you feel better or if you need to talk, we're here to listen, or to talk." Scott said, turning around as they both caught the teacher staring at them, getting a quick "One-More-Word-And-You-Get-Detention" stare.

When English had finished, she pulled herself through her next class, the one after that, keeping to pull herself along the day until she was in her last class which was a study hall. Picking up her books, she took a slip to go down to the library, which she skipped to call her mother. Leaning against the wall, she slid to the floor before setting her books next to her, on the phone with her mother.
"Nothing is easy. All I can think about is him. We were more like brother and sister than best friends." She explained to her mother, watching a couple pass in front of her, turning around the corner.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" Her mother asked, already having the keys in her hand as she headed out the front door.
"If you can. I don't want to interrupt anything." She replied, hearing the car start as her mother told her that she was on her way, her hanging up.
Sliding her phone into her skinny jean's pocket, she picked up her books as she weakly stood from the floor, heading towards the parking lot as her bag swinging next to her side. Turning the corner, she saw Scott and Stiles walking down the hall, her turning around as she didn't want them to see her, nevertheless speak to her at the moment.
It didn't happen.
A voice yelled her name from down the hall, footsteps running as they caught up with her, her turning around to find them a foot from her.
"Where are you heading?" Stiles asked as he saw her anxious to get somewhere which they were blocking her from doing.
"My mom's picking me up," Passing through them, she stopped, turning around to say, "I'm going home," before continuing to walk, ignoring them.
"Can you talk to me?" Scott asked as he pulled up against the wall by her left arm, Stiles leaving as he turned the corner, leaving her alone with him.
"Look," Taking her arm from Scott, she looked into her eyes as she rubbed her arm. "My best friend died a week ago and I'm not in the mood for conversation."
"Who were you talking to?" Scott questioned, tilting his head as he stared into her eyes, almost reading the answer from just her eyes, only it becoming confusing.
"My mom." She said, rubbing her arm at her side as she knew what he was getting to, hoping that he just was seeing her on the phone with her mom.
"No, at the hospital. Before you got news of Daniel, you were talking to someone, walking with them. Who were you with?" He asked, his head still tilted as she sighed, grabbing his arm as she pulled him over to the empty science room, opening and shutting the door.
"Do you believe in the afterlife," Before letting him talk, she continued on with what she was saying, hoping it would make sense. "Do you believe that when people die, their spirit's don't always leave? They stay with you, like ghosts if you think about it that way. Don't think that I'm crazy or anything, but who I was talking to was my best friend after he died. I talk to spirits and can see them, sometimes helping them to cross over to the other side, helping them make peace with what they needed to have. Daniel was making that peace with me- wanting to know if I would ever forget him, and I wouldn't, but I could never tell him. It was already too late to do anything when he came to me." She told him, hoping for him to understand what she was experiencing and feeling her whole life.
"How long?" He asked, not bothering to show any emotion or expressions to show if he was believing it or not- if he was afraid or curious.
"Since I was four years old." She whispered, stopping herself from rubbing her arm as she watched Scott begin to walk away, opening the door.
"Just to let you know," Turning around, the door still open with him halfway out in the hall, he looked into her eyes, letting a small smile come out as he whispered, "I believe you," before he shut the door, leaving her alone in the science room.

"Elise," Her mother knocked on the door, opening it as she saw her daughter on the bed, doing the homework she had missed out on for a week. "I'm going out to the store. Do you want to come or do you need anything right now?"
"Not that I can think of." Elise told her as she wrote down another sentence for her Spanish homework, hoping she was translating the English essay right.
"Just," Looking at her daughter's tired face, she continued on as she watched her go back to her homework, her swinging her legs back and forth in the air. "Get some sleep?"
"Will do." She replied, hearing her mother shut the door, letting her know that she was leaving the house, the second clue being the car starting, pulling out of the driveway, and leaving.

Homework finished, she got off her bed, shoving it into her bag as she realized she should change into her nightgown to go to sleep. Looking through her closet, she pulled out a nightgown that had two thing straps leading down to the dress being just a little below her knees. Pulling her hair up in a bun, she let a few strands dangling beside her face, tickling her ears. Just before she was about to slid into her bed, under the covers where she would feel safe, she heard a crash from downstairs like a glass cup falling to the floor.
Walking to the door, she opened it before walking out of her room, heading over to the stairs as she quietly went down, feeling the horror movie scene kick in. Turning the corner of the stairs, she heard another glass cup fall, her grabbing the closest thing next to her, which was a book, believe it or not, and she quietly walked into the kitchen where the last sound of the glass cup had been heard.
Looking around the corner, she saw the two fallen glass cups on the floor, her slowly walking over as she placed the book on the table, going down to pick them up when she heard footsteps behind her. Slowly standing, she looked behind her to see a black figure, her screaming as the lights turned on, her mother appearing in the place of the figure.

"Honey," Her mother finally got her to calm down, setting her hands on her shoulders as she continued to speak to her. "It's just me."
"Sorry. I'm just a little jumpier today. I heard a crash and came down here to find out what it was," Looking behind her at the broken glass cups on the floor. "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault. Go back to sleep and I'll clean this up." Her mother said as she pushed her towards the stairs, her nodding as she went back to her room.
If it wasn't her mother, then who broke the glass cups?