A/N I felt so bad about not updating, I thought I'd load another chapter or two...
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'Well, you look better,' a voice snapped her back into reality. Instantly she recognised the voice of the little boy that had helped her before. 'How you feeling?' He asked as he hopped onto the edge of the bed.
'A little better, what are you doing here?' Melinda asked, finally able to see the boy in the light. His hair was curled in random places on his head, a blonde colour, almost on the verge of golden straw. His eyes sparkled a dazzling blue in the light as he looked at her.
'It's your turn, to return the favour,' He replied. 'I helped you, you gotta help me now.'
'Well, can you at least tell me your name?' Melinda asked, feeling relief that as she concentrated on other things her mind seemed to shy away from her recurring nightmare.
'Michael and you're Melinda right?' He asked with a smile.
'That's right, so what do you need help with?'
'Well…' He looked down. 'My parent kinda split when I died…and I know it's my fault, so I don't want them to blame themselves instead…Do you think you could…you know…talk to them for me?' Melinda smiled at Michael gently; he seemed like such a sweet kid. Suddenly Melinda saw fear in his eyes.
'What's wrong?' She asked.
'Please, talk to them, before he kills me…'
'Before who kills you?' But it was too late; Michael had already vanished from sight. How exactly do you kill a ghost anyway? They're already dead…She wondered. 'Michael!' She called. 'Can't you at least tell me who you're parents are…' She sighed, asking no-one and nothing in particular.
'Who were you talking to?' Conner's voice floated through the room like silk as she looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
'How long were you standing there?'
'Long enough,' he laughed, walking over to her. 'So, what was all that about?'
Oh great…Way to go…Show him you're a nutcase…She thought sarcastically. He sat down beside her, looking into her eyes. For a moment, she felt drawn to stay there in that position for eternity, but she forced herself to look away.
'Well?' He asked, stroking her hand, as if trying to get her to answer faster.
Well here goes nothing… She thought, closing her eyes, readying herself for what was going to happen next.
'I can see spirits…Talk to them to…Go ahead, say I'm a freak, run away, do whatever it is you're going to do…' She looked down, her eyes still closed surprised by how fast it all came tumbling out.
'You…can talk to the dead…?' Conner asked, surprise in his tone. Melinda nodded, waiting for the teasing to come next. But to her surprise, he didn't run as she had expected, instead he slipped his hand into hers. 'You…are not a freak…You, are amazing…' He whispered. Melinda looked up in shock, opening her eyes to see if it was all really happening. 'You're not lying?' He asked.
'No, no I'm not…' She said in gentle reply. Melinda gazed past his shoulder to see a figure standing behind him. She looked about 15 years of age, long dark brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders, down her back. Her hazel eyes glistened as she smiled.
'Who are you?' She asked. The girl looked over at Melinda, her eyes revealing relief and gratitude towards her.
'What is it?' Conner asked.
'There's…' I can't believe I'm telling him this stuff as if it's normal 'A ghost attached to you…'