The Quiet Scream
a Seddie fanfiction
by Emma
Summary: He's there. Then he's not. Am I going insane? Is life torturing me? The only thing I know, is that I'm afraid to admit I might be crazy. Because if I'm crazy. They'll take him away.
Authors Note: I made a mistake guys, Ouiji is actually said as "WEE-GEE" :)
Haha, WHOOPS! :D
Chapter Eleven
Day 9 cont.
I stared, my eyes huge, at theOuiji board. Did I seriously just see that? Seriously? Lately, I couldn't of been trusting what I'm seeing. (I mean, I've been seeing Freddie Benson, my friend who died.)
"Freddie?" I stuttered, "You can see me, you can hear me?"
Slowly the wooden thing moved, spelling, Y-E-S-A-N-D-Y-E-S.
I found myself smiling, "Are you near me?"
Y-E-S
He was right, he was near me. He was always watching me, he was watching over me. All the time.
"Where are you?" I asked.
There wasn't an answer. The only thing I heard was Spencer making one of his sculptures. the breeze rushing passed me, blowing my hair back. Yet . . . there wasn't a window open in here, there was no air strong enough to blow my hair back.
"You can only answer 'yes' or 'no' questions, can't you?" I sighed.
Y-E-S
"That sucks . . . stupid Ouiji board, stupid, nubbish Ouiji board." I muttered crispily.
I swear I heard the sound of a chuckle through the wind.
I closed my eyes, and twiddled my fingers.
"Are you beside me?" I asked, opening my eyes.
N-O
"Are you behind me?" I asked.
N-O
"Are you . . . in front of me?"
I waited for the wooden thing to move, to tell me yes, or no. It took a minute for the wooden thing to actually start moving, like Freddie was slowly, it eventually made the answer that literally made me have to catch my breath.
Y-E-S
"Like right now?" I whispered.
Y-E-S
"Seriously?"
Y-E-S
"Seriously, seriously?" I asked.
Y-E-S, I could almost hear Freddie's annoyed tone.
Suddenly it got very quiet again.I stared down at my hands. One thing I'd been longing for, was his touch. When he was living, whenever our arms brushed against each others, I always treasured it. Because I hardly ever got to be in his arms.
"Freddie . . . are you able to touch me?" I asked.
I waited for the wooden thing to move, slowly, and silently, it did. My heart dropped when I saw the answer.
N-O
For some reason, I felt water form in my eyes. As if it just hit me now. Freddie was dead. I'm seeing him. My house had been broken into. I technically have no home. My mother is a drunk.
"Can't . . . can't you try?" I whispered. I was begging, I wanted him, his touch. His real touch. Two days ago seemed like a dream, like it never really happened. And, truthfully, it didn't. He was a figment of my imagination of some sort. I didn't want him to leave. But I didn't want him to stay. I wanted his real touch.
Y-E-S read the Ouiji board.
My heart picked up. Would it work? Can it work? As much as I wanted it to work, I was afraid for it to work. And if it didn't, he would've touched me . . . and I wouldn't of felt it.
The more I thought about it, the more I got nervous, the more I was afraid for it to happen. The more that I maybe . . . didn't want it to happen.
Suddenly, a strange sensation came over my right hand. It started to tingle, and twitch every now and then. And for a flash of a second, I swore I saw something there. And I smiled.
"You'retouching my right hard, aren't you?" I asked with a smile.
Y-E-S read the Ouiji board.
Finally I decided it was time to get down to business, to start askingabout the break in.
"Freddie, do you know who broke into my house?"
Y-E-S
I sighed, "Are you going to tell me who?"
P-O-S-S-I-B-L-Y
I rolled my eyes, then realized something, "HEY! That wasn't a 'yes' or a 'no'!"
No answer.
Damn him and his ghostly appearance. If he wasn't invisible . . . and dead, I would've punched him in the face.
"Is the person who broke into my house . . . important?" I asked. I don't know exactly why I did, I really don't know where that question came from. I just suddenly had a feeling, that who ever it was. He or she, was important.
The answer from Freddie came slower than usual this time. Like he was playing with me.
Y-E-S-H-E-I-S-Q-U-I-T-E-I-M-P-O-R-T-A-N-T-I-N-D-E-E-D
Authors Note:
Okay, so THIS is the last update before I leave. Because I'm leaving tomorrow. July the 1st. :)
So, I was surprised that this chapter was actually long, because I expected it to be very short. But it's long . . . ish. Longish.
NOW the story starts getting REALLY intense. And once I get back from my trip, I'm sure I'll be updating once a week. With all the free time and all.
Okay, so at the end of ch.9 I asked you guys who you thought broke into Sam's house, and these are the answers I got:
-Freddie in ghost form.
-Freddie's dad.
-Freddie murderer/-ess.
-Nevel.
-Mandy.
-Missy.
Just to tell you. ONE of these answers is ACTUALLY correct. When I saw that answer in the review I was like, "WOW! Someone ACTUALLY guessed it!"
But I'm not going to tell you what answer is correct.
Why?
Because I'm a horribly, evil, cruel person. ;)