January eleventh I updated all of my stories. If you've been following my Instagram "Linneagbfanfiction" then you know what's happened afterwards. Lately I've put up five oneshots. One or two of them I'd started in 2013 or so and I felt great finally finishing some so I just ended up writing for that. I'll keep writing on oneshots I've never finished but I will too update some stories and this is one of them.

Did you know Monday is Epilepsy awareness day. It always is the second Monday of February… I just wish there was something more I could do for it…

It was early Saturday afternoon when Frankie sat in the shotgun seat next to me and pointed the way to where she had left.

"I went up here." She pointed the road she had gone on her last day of life. "I just wanted to be out on the main road… I had asked before only if I could go a bit here where there's barely any people around but they wouldn't let me do it…" She was starting to sound so angry… then sighed. "It's like I'm trying to blame them. But it isn't their fault. Can you tell them that?"

"I can tell them anything you tell me if that's what you want."

Frankie silent for a while and pointed to the turn I was going to take to a gravel road.

"Do you do this a lot? Going home to friends or family of your ghosts to tell them you've seen someone they know. And just say like "Hi. I see ghosts and I've seen your daughter or son or mum or whatever it may be and she or him wants to say something"

"Yeah." It wasn't actually funny but I couldn't help but to smirk. "If you just knew how often I wonder about that. Every once in a while I just want to give this all up and pretend I didn't have this gift at all but then I'm almost reminded of what difference I make and I go on."

"That must be quite strange though. Someone they know being all gone- or so they think and then you show up and tell them that's not true… I mean, it's a great thing you're doing and I mean- people being people I can't imagine you get half the thanks you're worth."

"All thanks isn't from people actually saying it though…"

"Here…" Frankie interrupted and pointed to a street that ran from the main street and into a smaller block of houses. "I can't believe I spent my whole life living in the middle of nowhere… just continue along this street, through the woods and then you're there."

I didn't realize how correct she was until I was pulling over on a driveway and walking up to a house surrounded by trees.

"Here goes nothing… good luck… I think you need that… I have appreciated riding the car without needing a seat belt though. Always hated that."

In a flash Frankie was outside and by my headlights.I stepped out of my car and glanced over the driveway. Two cars stood there along with a motorbike. Frankie had moved over to it and looked.

"Okay…" She pointed to the handle and the seat and the wheel. "It must have broke when I fell but it certainly did not break this much… Why would they be doing something like this to some item that I loved as much as I love this one. And…" She glanced to a few pieces that I couldn't recognize that laid on the ground… "I'll have to… I'll figure something to say… They're home… But I don't have any control as of who comes to open the door…"

"I'm sure it will be fine." I went up the porch and rang the doorbell, once I did Frankie disappeared and I was left alone… "Hey! Don't…"

"Yes?"

A woman came to open the door, to say that she didn't look would be an understatement- while Christopher and Frankie were both dark- skinned this woman was white and blonde…

"Mrs. Kennedy?"

"Yes?"

"Who is that mum?" Hearing Christopher's voice I recognized it and him as he came to the door. "Hey. I've seen you before. You own that antique store on the square… whatever you're coming up here to sell we're not interested."

"No… I'm not making commercial or anything. But I'm a friend of your Francesca's and I know she has a message for you."

Frankie moaned when I said her full name. She obviously hated it just as much now as when she was alive.

Flora Kennedy looked at me for a few seconds, then let go of the door and took a step back, gesturing for me to come in. Christopher looked me up and down as I came in and didn't seem to want me there.

"Maybe we should sit down." I tried. "There's some things I have to tell you about…"

"You're scaring us now." Christopher frowned worse than ever. "What trouble did she get into? Something that needs to be sorted out even though she's dead. Because if there is then why can't we just stay here…"

"Chris. Don't be rude." His mum scolded. "Of course we can sit down. Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee?"

"No. Thank you. And she's not in trouble. You're not in trouble. But there's something that she told me that I need to tell." We were moving from the hallway and into a living room. "Maybe you would like to sit…"

"I can hear all the way from my office that we have guests." A glasses-wearing black man came into the room, this must be the "kids'" father… "Please no more flowers. If we put another vase on our table it's going to break under the weight." Christopher sighed and rolled his eyes. "Come on Chris. We already know that I'm an embarrassing dad I might as well never pretend I'm not… I'm Jacob Kennedy." He reached his hand towards me. "Did I hear you say you're a friend of my daughter's?... because… have you heard that she's… passed away?"

"Yes… Actually that's why I'm here. I know this must sound strange to you. But all I can do is to ask you to try and keep an open mind… You see. When people die they become a spirit- or ghost. Usually they cross over into the light right away. But sometimes, when they have some unfinished business with someone living they get stuck here until they've taken care of things… I have a gift of seeing these spirits and talk to them. Help them and talk to people they can't… Frankie for example could tell me something and I could tell you so you get the message she wants to give to you and she can cross over."

The room fell so silent that if any of us would have dropped a feather we could have heard it drop to the floor…

At last Christopher snorted and laughed- but it wasn't a happy kind of laughter…

"What's next? Do you need a hundred bucks to go on? To tell us where Frankie hid the stolen treasure?"

Christopher had gotten onto his feet. His voice had turned dark and his eyes were black…

"I haven't asked you for anything." I tried shakily. "I just want you… listen to Frankie's message so she can cross over. She needs to get peace to cross over and for that…"

I was interrupted when we heard Flora sob from behind Christopher. And I was knocked off enough to lose concentration and completely lost my words…

"Hasn't she been hurt enough?" Christopher had gotten up and was moving closer to me and looked as if he might hit me right then and there. "Haven't we been hurt enough since my sister died?"

"Yes. But it's just… sometimes knowing that they're still here and what they wish to say help you all come to peace and…"

"Peace? Do you think we'll ever feel any kind of that since what happened to my sister?"

Once again the room was so quiet. Christopher wasn't talking but panting and I could see he was hurting beyond words.

Sometimes I just wanted to be able to bring people back from the dead instead of just talking to them.

"I asked if there was something I could tell her that only she could have told me…" Frankie pointed to her face and told me. "She has a scar. Above her eye after she had a seizure and fell into something. She had a seizure because she'd lost a box of medicines and didn't care to buy new ones as she did not think the medicines were for the big seizures…"

"I never told anyone about that because I was afraid that people around me would become all scared and worrying for me all the time."

"And she kept it secret so people wouldn't worry about her having more."

"Look… Melody…"

"Melinda."

"Whatever your name is… I want you to get out of our house. And if you ever talk to me or my parents again then I'll sue you- and I don't care how in the world I will but I want you to feel how it is to lose okay…."

"Okay." I got on my feet, and opened my bag. "But here. Take my card and then…"

"GET OUT." Christopher hit my hand so bad I dropped the card, he picked it up and ripped it to pieces. "WE DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME?"

I didn't have to. He was walking towards me as I backed into the hallway while he stepped towards me and held his arm out pointing at me.

"Please…" I tried. "…for Fra-Frankie's… sa…"

"WHO ARE YOU TO COME AND TELL US WHAT TO DO OR NOT DO FOR MY SISTER." Christopher kept shouting. "I WANT YOU OUT."

I hated the part where my only option was to actually hurry out and get straight into my car, but with the way Christopher looked at me and shouted at me I didn't dare do anything else. And barely breathed until I was on the highway again.

"Well that went well." Frankie had turned up in the shotgun seat next to me. "Told you they wouldn't believe you." Frankie sighed. "I just… I'm sorry for making you do this. But I just want to talk to them."

"Maybe there's something there… Maybe you can show them you're there somehow. Sometimes when ghosts or spirits are strong they can make things move. Make the world around them feel them…"

With another sigh Frankie silent and didn't make a sound until I turned into my black.

"I think I have an idea."

I hope I didn't sound racist in the description that Frankie's mum is white while her dad is black and she's mixed… I for sure didn't make it seem like that but I guess since I'm white I don't get a say in what's racist or not since I'm white and Christian. I didn't try to make it sound like anything bad but if I did anyway I'll try and re-write it.

Random fact

Seeing Frankie's old house with all of those woods was inspired by the house I grew up in.

Another thing taken from reality is the scar above Frankie's eye. I have it there too. But I don't try and hide having epilepsy and feel ashamed of it as Frankie does. Instead, the more I can get out there and tell and teach people about it, the better. And if what I have to do for it is have a seizure and fall into a wall/ chair/ headboard (not sure what it was considering I was unconscious) and hit a big wound in my eyebrow then bring it on!

Just reminding you that monday tenth of February is international Epilepsy awareness- day. Just thought I'd let everyone know.