LOST WITH A GHOST!

By: Olivia Berghuis

Chapter 3 the Stranger

I ran. I ran so fast that my legs hurt, I was running from him. Away from him. So I wouldn't have to see him ever again. My eyes over flowed with tears. I couldn't see were I was going, but I didn't care. Any place was better than back there, with him. With the boy who hurt my brother.

Alex.

I hated him for what he did to Andrew. But I loved him because I was the one he was fighting for. Love and hate, a terrible combination. But it always seems to work for him.

Why did he ask me out? Why couldn't Andrew just let us be together? Why? Why? Why? Questions going through my brain. I didn't understand why this was happening.

Everything happens for a reason, but I don't know the reason behind this. Are Alex and I not ment to be together? Is Andrew supposed to be were he is? I don't understand anything. All I knew was that I didn't want to see him ever again.

"Emily? Emily! Honey what's wrong?" a voice said, I didn't care who it was. I just ran into their arms and my tears turned into sobs when my face hit their jacket. I just wanted to sit there and cry all day, but I couldn't, I had to see Andrew.

"Emily you have to tell me what is wrong, or else I can't help you! Emily, honey, what is wrong?" I looked up to see who it was, it was Matt!

"Matt? Oh Matt, it is terrible, Alex… Alex… he… he…" I started to sob again; he drew me close to him. And he let me just ruin he jacket, allowing my tears to seep into is shirt.

"What did Alex do? Did he hurt you?"

"No! The hospital, I have to go to the hospital. To see him. I have to see him."

"I will take you, come on." He grabbed me by the waist to keep me balanced. He led me to his parents' car. He was being picked up early. I didn't care; all I cared about was going to see Andrew. I heard the car turn on, and we were moving.

I cried so much that my brain went fuzzy; I couldn't keep my eyes open. It all went black. I couldn't see, or hear. I couldn't feel anything.

A beeping. Some kind of beeping.

I don't know were I am, or who I am with. There is just this beeping. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't find the muscles to do so. Something cold was touching my arm. A hand. But who's hand. Something moved over my eye lids. A finger I think it was. Now I know were they are, I tried to open my eyes again. This time I could barely see.

It was hard to see what was going on. All I knew of was the beeping, that would not stop. It was the only sound in the room. There flashes of color here and there. Everything was blurry. I couldn't understand what I was seeing.

The hand moved from my hand, to my face. There was some type of noise, a gasp I think. It took me while to know that it was mine. I blinked, thinking it would clear what I was seeing. It did. I looked at who was touching me. I didn't know the person. He had color, but not much of it. He was dressed in black, black everything. Just like me. He looked familiar but I couldn't give him a name.

"Great, you are awake." Someone said from the door way.

I didn't look to see who it was. My eyes couldn't leave the strangers. I blinked and he was gone, like he was never there. I turned my head to see who was at the door. Of course, it was Alex. I glared at him; I thought I didn't want him there. But in truth I did, I wanted him to comfort me. To never leave my side. Like he knew what I was thinking, he came to my bedside and gave me kiss on the forehead.

I haven't eaten, but I felt full. My stomach hurt from the thought. But I didn't listen to it. I listened to my heart. I wanted him to know how I felt at that moment; I wanted him to know that I loved him. I wanted him to know everything.

I didn't know what to say to him, all I did was just staring. Not with furry or love, but wonder. Not at him, but at the man who was just here. Or I think he was here. Could I have imagined him? Could I still be sleeping?

"Are you ok? You look ill. Nurse!" he said. When he said that a nurse came running into the room, and put her hand on my forehead. I was sweating from her touch. It turned hard to breath, my heart started to beat out of control. It went blurry again. And he was there, the stranger who was at my bedside before.

"Breath, Emily, breath. Stay awake, don't close your eyes. Emily, stay with us, don't go!" he sounded concerned. But how I didn't even now who he was. I wanted to ask him how he knew me, and where I have seen him before. I opened my mouth to ask, but I was in so much pain all that came out was a scream.

It is the end I know it. But why? Why did my life have to end this way? In pain and misery? Heat flowed through me, them my body froze, I couldn't move at all. But I could breath, and I was breathing heavy, my heart speed out of control, I turned my head from the stranger to Alex. He was holding my hand, and he was praying the Our Father. And then the stranger appeared behind him, he glared at him, he looked like he was going to kill him.

"Get away from him. Don't you touch Alex."

Alex looked behind him, then at me with a worried look on his face. Like he didn't see him, but he was there, clear as day. He was staring right at him, why couldn't he see him?

"Why are you here? Why do I know you?" I finally got the words out, but when I did he hissed at me, crouched down like he was going to attack, then he jump and vanished. Alex looked behind him again, and crossed himself and turned to face me. My breathing calmed and so did my heart.

"Who are you screaming at?" he asked me worried, like I was crazy or something.

"I don't know! He was here, he told me to keep breathing, and then he came behind you and vanished. I didn't know who he was." I told him, still sweating.

"Do you know what happened? Why it happened?" Alex asked the nurse. The nurse didn't answer till she was done with examining me.

"no but we will have to run a few more cat scans, and maybe some more blood tests to see what triggered her heart to go haywire." She grabbed her clipboard and left the room.

"What does she mean more scans and tests? How long have I been here?" I asked with more concern than there needed to be. Alex and Matt exchanged a quick glance at each other before answering me.

"Emily, you were unconscious for about two weeks now. We thought you were never going to pull threw."