WARNING! Super short chapter. :/ sorry.
I wasn't going to update till later, but I know you guys are just crawling in your skin, so...
Chapter 4:Lies
Claire ran.
She ran and ran and ran.
She had not just seen what she thought she saw. NO! Shane couldn't be dating Monica! She felt herself shaking uncontrollably. Could ghosts go in to shock?
She got back downstairs and looked at Michael. Was he, he of all people, going to stand by and let this happen? Let Eve, his girlfriend, lose herself and hang out with Gina and Jennifer and follow Monica Morrell around like Christ herself? Let Shane, his best friend, date the murderer of his little sister?! Claire had to get in touch with him somehow.
She reached her hand out towards his head. It bypassed right through. He just kept watching the t.v. She noticed there was a scrap of paper and a pen on the coffee table. She tried desperately to pick up the pen. No dice. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Again, and again, and again. Nothing.
Aggravated, she left.
The next day, she couldn't bring herself to go back to the Glass House. All it would amount to is heartbreak. She decided to go to Myrnin's. She didn't really know why. Just to kill time
She found Myrnin easily enough. He was in his lab, alone, writing in a leather bound book. Suddenly, he straightened up in his chair.
"Who's there?" He called out.
Claire looked around and saw that he meant her. Though she didn't know what to do.
"Who's there?" he said again.
Claire put her hand on top of his, in hope he would recognize her.
He did.
"Claire!" he said, "Oh how I've missed you!"
Claire couldn't reply. She had no idea how.
"Claire, match this thought: I've missed you too, Myrnin."
I've missed you too, Myrnin. Claire thought. Suddenly, she couldn't see Myrnin anymore. Though now she was looking at a page in a leather bound book and someone's scratchy handwriting.
She was inside of Myrnin's mind.
"Claire," she heard Myrnin's voice in her head. "Now whatever you think, I will hear."
"Hi, Myrinin." she thought, just testing what he had said.
"Well, hello Claire."
"Myrnin, can I do this to anyone? Talk to them like this?"
"Yes. But you have to match their thoughts, that's the tricky part."
"How do you know?"
"I've been dead before. Before I was a vampire. Long story."
Claire wasn't even going to ask. "So I could get in touch this way with, oh, let's say... Shane?"
Myrnin laughed. "Still head over heals for that boy, eh?"
Claire sighed inwardly. "Yes."
"Well, yes, in fact, you could. But you have to match his thought exactly. And I'm not too sure you can master the mind of a teenage boy quite that easily. Not to mention Shane Collins."
Claire laughed. "I need to try, though."
"I know you do, Claire."
~ ^_^ ~
Claire returned to the Glass House at around twilight, but what she saw caused her to forget about her plans.
Sorry it's so short! LOL the next chapter will be longer! It will also be the final chapter! LOL Super short story!!!
~Peace!~
~*ej*~
