Over the next few weeks, Chloe felt better. She knew that Brady had been telling her that she had to move on, she had to let him go. So she ate better, slept better, and went out with her friends. She still missed Brady more than anything but she knew she had to live her life. Weeks turned into months, and she began spending time with a guy at school, Scott Remington. They became friends, and when Scott asked her to prom, she agreed.
Contrary to Chloe's belief, Brady did not want her to move on. He was still with her, he couldn't bring himself to leave her. Even though he knew he was dead and he knew he was supposed to want her to move on and find someone knew, he didn't. He hated seeing her with this Scott person, he hated knowing she was going to date him. Brady was currently sitting on Chloe's bed, his face in his hands, trying not to listen to Chloe and Scott talking.
"I'm dead!" He yelled, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm not supposed to be able to fell like this!" He sighed and glanced at Scott and Chloe. They were holding hands. Brady moaned and turned away. "Ghosts arent supposed to hurt!" He said, knowing he was talking to himself because no one could hear him. "Ghost aren't supposed to miss people. Ghosts aren't supposed to be jealous. But I guess those rules don't apply to me, because it hurts like hell to see them together, i wish I could rip his throat out and I miss her so much and I'm sitting right beside her." He looked at Chloe. She was smiling at Scott. Tears stung Brady's eyes. "Ghosts aren't suppoed to cry." He said softly, his heart aching. He turned away from them, unable to watch anymore. "Why did this happen to me?" Brady cried out, frustrated. He stood up and walked over to Chloe's chest of drawers, looking at the picture she kept there. It was a picture they had taken two days before Brady had left. They were smiling and happy, their arms around each other. "Why did I have to die? I was so happy, we were so happy together. I love her so much-" His voice cracked. He looked at the picture, taking deep breaths. "Why am I doomed to see this, why do I have to watch her with him? Damn it, it's not fair!" He swung his arm, wishing he could knock the picture off the chest of drawers. To his surprise, his hand connected with the picture and it crashed to the floor.
Chloe jumped. "Brady." She whispered.
Chapter 11
Chloe turned around. Nothing. All she saw was the picture on the floor. She walked over and picked it up. She looked at the picture, running her fingers over it softly, feeling a tear run down her cheek.
Scott came over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You still love him don't you?"
"How could I not? I miss him so much."
"I can tell. Listen, Chloe, if you're not ready to move on, to be in a relationship with me, I completely understand. I'm here for you, to help you heal, anyway that I can. If you don't want anything more right now..."
Chloe shook her head and turned in his arms. "No...he wants me to. He's telling me to move on. That's why he knocked the picture off."
"It probably just fell."
"No. The picture was in the middle, it couldn't gave fallen all the way off."
"Look, Chloe. Maybe hee's not telling you to forget and move on. Just because you've moved on doesn't mean you have to forget. Brady wouldn't want you to forget, Chloe."
"I can't forget him! I could never forget him! He was so alive, Scott! He was supposed to live forever, you know?"
"I know honey, it'll be ok."
Scott took the picture from her and gently set it back in its original spot on the chest-of-drawers. He then gathered Chloe in his arms and held her tightly while she sobbed into his shoulder.
Brady watched the couple. Choe thought he wanted her to move on, to forget about him completely? NO! That was NOT what he wanted. Maybe he was being selfish. He knew he was being selfish. he knew that he should only want her to be happy. And he did, but he wanted to be happy too. A thought struck him. Maybe I'm not supposed to be happy. Maybe this is my hell. He shuddered and pushed the though away.
I guess being dead hasn't made me any smarter. Otherwise I'd realize that she is alive and I am dead and we can't be together. He sighed.
"I don't know how I could make it without you, Scott." Chloe was saying. "I love him so much. I'm grateful to you for being so understanding."
"Of course I understand. I care a lot about you Chloe. I'll always be here."
"Thank you." She looked up at him. Then she kissed him. She hadn't kissed anyone since Brady's death. So it was a surprise to Scott, but he quickly complied and returned the kiss.
Brady watched in hottot as he saw them kiss.
"No. I've got to stop them! I can't stand this!"
The kiss went on and it was only a kiss, nothing more. But Brady didn't like it, nonetheless. He got an idea. He was a ghost, after all, might as well seem a little more supernatural.
He flipped off the lights. The couple pulled away from one another, surprised at the sudden darkness.
"I think your light just blowed." Scott pointed out.
"But I just put a knew one in yesterday."
"Probaby a dud, I'll go get you another one." He started to the door when Brady turned the light on again. "You must have loose wiring."
Brady flipped the lights off again. Then on. The off. Faster.
"Holy shit." Scott said.
"What's going on?" Chloe asked.
"I don't know but I have a feeling that this is NOT faulty wiring."
Suddenly, Chloe yelled, "Brady stop!"
Brady stopped.
"Um...I don't know what that was Chloe, but I don't think Brady likes me too much.
Contrary to Chloe's belief, Brady did not want her to move on. He was still with her, he couldn't bring himself to leave her. Even though he knew he was dead and he knew he was supposed to want her to move on and find someone knew, he didn't. He hated seeing her with this Scott person, he hated knowing she was going to date him. Brady was currently sitting on Chloe's bed, his face in his hands, trying not to listen to Chloe and Scott talking.
"I'm dead!" He yelled, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm not supposed to be able to fell like this!" He sighed and glanced at Scott and Chloe. They were holding hands. Brady moaned and turned away. "Ghosts arent supposed to hurt!" He said, knowing he was talking to himself because no one could hear him. "Ghost aren't supposed to miss people. Ghosts aren't supposed to be jealous. But I guess those rules don't apply to me, because it hurts like hell to see them together, i wish I could rip his throat out and I miss her so much and I'm sitting right beside her." He looked at Chloe. She was smiling at Scott. Tears stung Brady's eyes. "Ghosts aren't suppoed to cry." He said softly, his heart aching. He turned away from them, unable to watch anymore. "Why did this happen to me?" Brady cried out, frustrated. He stood up and walked over to Chloe's chest of drawers, looking at the picture she kept there. It was a picture they had taken two days before Brady had left. They were smiling and happy, their arms around each other. "Why did I have to die? I was so happy, we were so happy together. I love her so much-" His voice cracked. He looked at the picture, taking deep breaths. "Why am I doomed to see this, why do I have to watch her with him? Damn it, it's not fair!" He swung his arm, wishing he could knock the picture off the chest of drawers. To his surprise, his hand connected with the picture and it crashed to the floor.
Chloe jumped. "Brady." She whispered.
Chapter 11
Chloe turned around. Nothing. All she saw was the picture on the floor. She walked over and picked it up. She looked at the picture, running her fingers over it softly, feeling a tear run down her cheek.
Scott came over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You still love him don't you?"
"How could I not? I miss him so much."
"I can tell. Listen, Chloe, if you're not ready to move on, to be in a relationship with me, I completely understand. I'm here for you, to help you heal, anyway that I can. If you don't want anything more right now..."
Chloe shook her head and turned in his arms. "No...he wants me to. He's telling me to move on. That's why he knocked the picture off."
"It probably just fell."
"No. The picture was in the middle, it couldn't gave fallen all the way off."
"Look, Chloe. Maybe hee's not telling you to forget and move on. Just because you've moved on doesn't mean you have to forget. Brady wouldn't want you to forget, Chloe."
"I can't forget him! I could never forget him! He was so alive, Scott! He was supposed to live forever, you know?"
"I know honey, it'll be ok."
Scott took the picture from her and gently set it back in its original spot on the chest-of-drawers. He then gathered Chloe in his arms and held her tightly while she sobbed into his shoulder.
Brady watched the couple. Choe thought he wanted her to move on, to forget about him completely? NO! That was NOT what he wanted. Maybe he was being selfish. He knew he was being selfish. he knew that he should only want her to be happy. And he did, but he wanted to be happy too. A thought struck him. Maybe I'm not supposed to be happy. Maybe this is my hell. He shuddered and pushed the though away.
I guess being dead hasn't made me any smarter. Otherwise I'd realize that she is alive and I am dead and we can't be together. He sighed.
"I don't know how I could make it without you, Scott." Chloe was saying. "I love him so much. I'm grateful to you for being so understanding."
"Of course I understand. I care a lot about you Chloe. I'll always be here."
"Thank you." She looked up at him. Then she kissed him. She hadn't kissed anyone since Brady's death. So it was a surprise to Scott, but he quickly complied and returned the kiss.
Brady watched in hottot as he saw them kiss.
"No. I've got to stop them! I can't stand this!"
The kiss went on and it was only a kiss, nothing more. But Brady didn't like it, nonetheless. He got an idea. He was a ghost, after all, might as well seem a little more supernatural.
He flipped off the lights. The couple pulled away from one another, surprised at the sudden darkness.
"I think your light just blowed." Scott pointed out.
"But I just put a knew one in yesterday."
"Probaby a dud, I'll go get you another one." He started to the door when Brady turned the light on again. "You must have loose wiring."
Brady flipped the lights off again. Then on. The off. Faster.
"Holy shit." Scott said.
"What's going on?" Chloe asked.
"I don't know but I have a feeling that this is NOT faulty wiring."
Suddenly, Chloe yelled, "Brady stop!"
Brady stopped.
"Um...I don't know what that was Chloe, but I don't think Brady likes me too much.
