Author's Note: This chapter is mostly characters' thoughts, but there are a few important events in it. Chapter nine, here it is… oh, and please review.

Chapter Nine

"Cody, would you like some food?" Kurt's voice was desperate. Cody popped out from under the blanket. He shook his head, then pulled the gray, woolen blanket back over his head. "What about a drink?" Kurt offered again.

"No!" Cody's shout was muffled into the bed that he has been lying on all week.

"Cody, you need to eat. You need to get up. You can't stay under that blanket forever." Kurt was trying to be stern.

"Leave me alone!" Cody yelled.

"Cody! Get up!" Kurt yelled back. He stomped over to Cody's bed, grabbing Cody's shoulders. He pulled Cody up and seated his on the edge of the bed. Cody pushed himself away from his dad, not wanting to look at him.

"Cody, listen to me!" Kurt began.

"No! You listen to me!" Cody cried. His eyes were red, his hair falling messily into his pale face. "Why? Why did you leave Zack alone with Bloody Mary? It's all your fault. Why did you let Bloody Mary kill him?" Cody shrieked at the top of his lungs. Kurt shut his eyes, resting his hand over his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but Cody continued, "You don't even care!" he accused, "Okay, it's understandable if you didn't care much when mom died, but Zack? He's your son!"

"Of course I care," Kurt wrapped his arms around his remaining son.

Cody breathed heavily, trying to make himself stop yelling at his dad. "So, you're gonna let Bloody Mary get away with this?" Cody didn't want to make peace with his dad, so he added, "'Cause now you can summon her!"

"Cody…"

Cody got up off the bed. He had to grab onto the wall to get his balance, after a week of not getting off the bed. Cody stormed to the door.

"Where are you going?" Kurt caught up to Cody.

Cody didn't answer. Instead, he snapped, "It's all your fault!"

"Cody wait…" Kurt attempted to stop Cody as he flung open the creaking door.

"I hate you dad," Cody whispered. He slammed the door noisily, into Kurt's face.

Kurt sat on an oversized, ripped armchair, springs sticking into his back. He put his head in his hands, shutting his eyes tightly. He wished he could just shut the whole world out, like nothing ever happened. His heart pounded with pain as he recalled everything that has happened in the last while: first Carey. He didn't want to admit it, but he was still in love with his ex wife. Then, Kurt thought that it would better if he did the same thing as his brother, and turned his sons into ghost hunters. Was he ever wrong! Kurt knew Cody was right. It was all his fault. But what Cody couldn't understand was that Kurt was not cold and feeling-less. He did care. He just couldn't show it. He was just so messed up – keeping all his feelings to himself. He lost Zack. That was the most horrible thing he ever imagined could happen in his life. And now, Cody hated him. Kurt didn't know what else to do but to prove to Cody that he really did care. He was gonna find both Bloody Mary and the demon and kill them.

Cody stared into the bright blue sky. He watched it turn pink, then a dark shade of bluish-purple as the clouds drifted away. Finally, Cody, gazing into the starlit sky, could make sense of his thoughts. First, something killed his mom, then something else killed his brother. His dad was all he had left, but Cody couldn't find comfort in him. He hated his dad, or so he thought. He wanted to, but sub-consciously, he knew it was wrong to blame him. It was just so much easier to blame his dad rather than himself. Cody knew he shouldn't have yelled at his dad for not saving Zack when he himself couldn't even try to.

Cody stared longingly into his darkness, feeling the now very familiar texture of tears rolling down his cheek. The stars shimmered in the sky, as if calling out to Cody. He was once told that when people die, their spirit gets turned into a star. He didn't believe it, but he desperately wanted to. "Mom? Zack?" he whispered through the silence, "If you can hear me, I just want to say, I'm sorry. It's my fault you're both dead. I wish that I could just see you again… even if only to say goodbye. If you two are up there, I hope you're together and happy… Mommy? Zack? I miss you so much…" Cody wiped off another tear, "I love you," he choked out.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!" Kurt croaked. He gripped the second mirror tightly in his hands, holding it up at the mirror in front of him. The room went pitch black, not a single light showing from any crack. The mirror shook wildly in Kurt's hands, forcing him to let go of it. The mirror fell to the floor and shattered into tiny pieces. Bloody Mary's face glowed with red, burning light. Kurt could feel his body going numb. Everything Kurt could see seemed to be spinning as he fell to the ground in unconsciousness. Something plunged into the back of his neck, and his mind went blank.

Cody was still looking into the infinite darkness of the sky. The moon, growing enormously bright was blinding him with it's hypnotic whitish-greenish gleam. Cody could hear a twig cracking behind him as someone was drawing near him. He wanted to turn around and see who it was, but fear overwhelmed him. He wanted to get up and run away, but he couldn't move. Cody let out a yelp, similar to the one that a cat would do if someone steeped on it's tail; as a hand clapped tightly over his mouth.

"Don't move," a voice ordered. He felt a cold object rest on his forehead. It felt like a gun.