Chapter Nine
Have you ever dematerialised before? Well let me tell you, it's way weird. Or maybe it was because I had gone all the way back to where I actually should have been. But still.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a hospital bed with everyone crowded around me. I looked down and saw a bandage on my shoulder. A wave of relief washed over me but I also remember thinking how that scar would not look good in a swimsuit. I could also still remember my adventures in the past, which was surprising, but it was good to know that everything was where it should be and I was alive.
A nurse, Father D, alive and kicking I might add, my mum, Andy, Doc, Sleepy and Dopey, Cee Cee and Adam crowded around my tiny bed were representing the visitors that were alive and on the dead side Jesse, Elizabeth and the boy who had been the cause of the entire trouble (I later found out from Cee Cee that his name was Robert Ingel).
There was a lot of sobbing and crying (from my mum) and a lot of relief that I was awake but I couldn't sit around in a sopfest right now. There was something I had to do.
"Um, could I please be alone for a second?" I said knowing how rude it sounded for me to request everyone to leave just when I had come out from a life threatening coma but there was no way I could talk to a ghost with all these people around. With the exception of Father D but this wasn't meant for him.
Thankfully the nurse seemed to agree with this. "Yes, she probably should have a little alone time," the nurse said. "It's best sometimes after an accident of this severity. The shock and all."
Everyone filed out reluctantly. Father D giving me a questioning look and inclining his head towards Robert and my mum stopping and kissing me on the forehead and promising she'd visit later and finally the room was empty. Well empty of alive people anyway.
I turned my head in Robert's direction, ignoring the little shoots of pain coming from my shoulder area. "What do you want?" I asked him, not feeling up to mediating so soon and he could probably tell from the snippiness of my tone. I tried to relax in case he took offence again and something even worse occurred.
He spoke quite quietly, all the rage seemed to have been zapped from him with his death. "I'm sorry for doing that to you. I'm sorry for everything. Could you please pass this note to my half-sister? She's the only close family I've ever had. I'm so sorry, so so sorry..."
When I nodded my head he was off, still muttering how sorry he was. I stared at the envelope in my hand wondering how sad his sister would be when she read this. Luckily he had made it easy for me by including her name and address. I think he was going to post it because there was even a stamp.
With Jesse and Elizabeth left by my bedside, I drifted off into what was a well deserved sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Nearly as soon as I got released from hospital I delivered the note. I could've posted it but I didn't think of it, plus the girl would probably have been upset. You can't do it that impersonally, even if it sounds like the easy way out.
I had a really bad scar, just like I had thought, from where I had been shot but it was recovering fast. Although it was a rather ugly shade of purple-green which would clash with most of the bikinis I owned and also with singlet tops but I never wore them since they were so impractical.
As I walked down the street, I remembered my conversation with Jesse straight after I had gotten home yesterday. I had immediately gone up to my room to just sit and think. About mediating, about what had happened, just life in general. It was while I was doing this Jesse had appeared.
"Are you alright, Susannah?" he asked while I nearly jumped out of skin. Forget being exorcised, there's another way to get your soul out of you. Just get an extremely hot ghost to materialise while you are in deep thought.
Yes, I had started to say, not wanting to drag Jesse into yet another Suze mood swing but then all my feelings came rushing out, the way they do whenever Jesse is involved.
"No, I'm not. I froze out there Jesse. This was something important that could have mucked up stuff even more than it was already mucked up and I let my emotions get in the way. I let my fears get to me. I choked, I blew it. What if it happens again?"
I started sobbing, something I am totally embarrassed of doing, especially in front of Jesse. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I handle it now?"
Jesse, instead of laughing like I thought he would, pulled me closer and held me tight rocking me like a baby. When he spoke, it was in that gentle soft voice that made me swoon. "It was Carrie, Susannah. She was controlling you. There is nothing wrong with you."
I tried to let myself be satisfied with his answer but it still nagged in my head. "But Jesse," I said peering up at his strong jaw, "Carrie just grants wishes. Do you think in my subconscious she heard me tell myself I was a lousy mediator and heard all my fears and she made them come true, whether I wanted them to or not. Do you think she heard me say I didn't want to do this anymore? Even though sometimes I think that it can be a pain, it's still part of me. Plus I would never have met you or Elizabeth or still be able to talk to Dad-"
Jesse must have gotten sick of listening to me beat myself up because he tilted his head and kissed me. Just like he had in the hay shed. Except this was a way deeper and sweeter kiss and I wished it would go on forever.
Jesse broke the kiss off and said, "You are the best mediator I have seen and don't let anyone trick you into thinking you are not."
Then he pulled me closer and kissed me again. I was melting into him when we were interrupted by Elizabeth materialising into the room.
"Susannah, I have decided..." she trailed off as she realised what we were doing. Jesse and I broke apart, my legs still weak from his kisses. Elizabeth was smirking from ear to ear. I sure I must have been smiling like a loony too.
"I see you and my brother have gotten close," she teased. "What I was going to say is I'm moving on to Heaven. You helped me Susannah by making me realise George was- how do you say it?- pondscum, you stopped me from weeping over him my whole life. I married a good guy instead."
She saw me open my mouth to ask a question and must have read my mind. "Yes I know the past shouldn't have changed but it did and it didn't affect anything. Maybe it was supposed to happen and they got it wrong first time round and you were sent to fix it."
I didn't really believe that but I couldn't think of any other reason myself.
Elizabeth shrugged. "Bye Susannah, thank you for being a great friend." I ran to give her a hug and with a smile to me and Jesse, she dematerialised.
"You did a good job Susannah, see? You are nowhere near worthless." Jesse said with a cheeky grin, "Where were we?" And then he pulled me into his arms and we stayed there for a little while more.
But I was pulled- or should I say knocked- out of my reverie when I collided with a letterbox. I looked down at the number. I was here. I walked up the overgrown driveway and rang the doorbell. The deck was on a severe lean and the plants didn't look like they had seen any water for months.
A thin, mousy girl I recognised from school opened the door and peered out curiously at me. She looked about 15.
I thrust out my hand with the note in it, feeling like a brick. "Here, Robert wanted you to read this."
The girl gingerly took the note and read it, tears flowing from her eyes. She collapsed into my arms sobbing as I patted her awkwardly on the back.
She blew her nose and wiped her eyes then looked up at me and in a very quiet voice said, "Thank you."
I let her hug me for a little while and then she turned to go instead uttering one last thanks. I stood there watching the door close softly. I felt a small twinge of satisfaction. This was what mediating was all about.
Well not totally. I mean the best part was waiting for me at home, if you know what I mean.
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Have you ever dematerialised before? Well let me tell you, it's way weird. Or maybe it was because I had gone all the way back to where I actually should have been. But still.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a hospital bed with everyone crowded around me. I looked down and saw a bandage on my shoulder. A wave of relief washed over me but I also remember thinking how that scar would not look good in a swimsuit. I could also still remember my adventures in the past, which was surprising, but it was good to know that everything was where it should be and I was alive.
A nurse, Father D, alive and kicking I might add, my mum, Andy, Doc, Sleepy and Dopey, Cee Cee and Adam crowded around my tiny bed were representing the visitors that were alive and on the dead side Jesse, Elizabeth and the boy who had been the cause of the entire trouble (I later found out from Cee Cee that his name was Robert Ingel).
There was a lot of sobbing and crying (from my mum) and a lot of relief that I was awake but I couldn't sit around in a sopfest right now. There was something I had to do.
"Um, could I please be alone for a second?" I said knowing how rude it sounded for me to request everyone to leave just when I had come out from a life threatening coma but there was no way I could talk to a ghost with all these people around. With the exception of Father D but this wasn't meant for him.
Thankfully the nurse seemed to agree with this. "Yes, she probably should have a little alone time," the nurse said. "It's best sometimes after an accident of this severity. The shock and all."
Everyone filed out reluctantly. Father D giving me a questioning look and inclining his head towards Robert and my mum stopping and kissing me on the forehead and promising she'd visit later and finally the room was empty. Well empty of alive people anyway.
I turned my head in Robert's direction, ignoring the little shoots of pain coming from my shoulder area. "What do you want?" I asked him, not feeling up to mediating so soon and he could probably tell from the snippiness of my tone. I tried to relax in case he took offence again and something even worse occurred.
He spoke quite quietly, all the rage seemed to have been zapped from him with his death. "I'm sorry for doing that to you. I'm sorry for everything. Could you please pass this note to my half-sister? She's the only close family I've ever had. I'm so sorry, so so sorry..."
When I nodded my head he was off, still muttering how sorry he was. I stared at the envelope in my hand wondering how sad his sister would be when she read this. Luckily he had made it easy for me by including her name and address. I think he was going to post it because there was even a stamp.
With Jesse and Elizabeth left by my bedside, I drifted off into what was a well deserved sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Nearly as soon as I got released from hospital I delivered the note. I could've posted it but I didn't think of it, plus the girl would probably have been upset. You can't do it that impersonally, even if it sounds like the easy way out.
I had a really bad scar, just like I had thought, from where I had been shot but it was recovering fast. Although it was a rather ugly shade of purple-green which would clash with most of the bikinis I owned and also with singlet tops but I never wore them since they were so impractical.
As I walked down the street, I remembered my conversation with Jesse straight after I had gotten home yesterday. I had immediately gone up to my room to just sit and think. About mediating, about what had happened, just life in general. It was while I was doing this Jesse had appeared.
"Are you alright, Susannah?" he asked while I nearly jumped out of skin. Forget being exorcised, there's another way to get your soul out of you. Just get an extremely hot ghost to materialise while you are in deep thought.
Yes, I had started to say, not wanting to drag Jesse into yet another Suze mood swing but then all my feelings came rushing out, the way they do whenever Jesse is involved.
"No, I'm not. I froze out there Jesse. This was something important that could have mucked up stuff even more than it was already mucked up and I let my emotions get in the way. I let my fears get to me. I choked, I blew it. What if it happens again?"
I started sobbing, something I am totally embarrassed of doing, especially in front of Jesse. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I handle it now?"
Jesse, instead of laughing like I thought he would, pulled me closer and held me tight rocking me like a baby. When he spoke, it was in that gentle soft voice that made me swoon. "It was Carrie, Susannah. She was controlling you. There is nothing wrong with you."
I tried to let myself be satisfied with his answer but it still nagged in my head. "But Jesse," I said peering up at his strong jaw, "Carrie just grants wishes. Do you think in my subconscious she heard me tell myself I was a lousy mediator and heard all my fears and she made them come true, whether I wanted them to or not. Do you think she heard me say I didn't want to do this anymore? Even though sometimes I think that it can be a pain, it's still part of me. Plus I would never have met you or Elizabeth or still be able to talk to Dad-"
Jesse must have gotten sick of listening to me beat myself up because he tilted his head and kissed me. Just like he had in the hay shed. Except this was a way deeper and sweeter kiss and I wished it would go on forever.
Jesse broke the kiss off and said, "You are the best mediator I have seen and don't let anyone trick you into thinking you are not."
Then he pulled me closer and kissed me again. I was melting into him when we were interrupted by Elizabeth materialising into the room.
"Susannah, I have decided..." she trailed off as she realised what we were doing. Jesse and I broke apart, my legs still weak from his kisses. Elizabeth was smirking from ear to ear. I sure I must have been smiling like a loony too.
"I see you and my brother have gotten close," she teased. "What I was going to say is I'm moving on to Heaven. You helped me Susannah by making me realise George was- how do you say it?- pondscum, you stopped me from weeping over him my whole life. I married a good guy instead."
She saw me open my mouth to ask a question and must have read my mind. "Yes I know the past shouldn't have changed but it did and it didn't affect anything. Maybe it was supposed to happen and they got it wrong first time round and you were sent to fix it."
I didn't really believe that but I couldn't think of any other reason myself.
Elizabeth shrugged. "Bye Susannah, thank you for being a great friend." I ran to give her a hug and with a smile to me and Jesse, she dematerialised.
"You did a good job Susannah, see? You are nowhere near worthless." Jesse said with a cheeky grin, "Where were we?" And then he pulled me into his arms and we stayed there for a little while more.
But I was pulled- or should I say knocked- out of my reverie when I collided with a letterbox. I looked down at the number. I was here. I walked up the overgrown driveway and rang the doorbell. The deck was on a severe lean and the plants didn't look like they had seen any water for months.
A thin, mousy girl I recognised from school opened the door and peered out curiously at me. She looked about 15.
I thrust out my hand with the note in it, feeling like a brick. "Here, Robert wanted you to read this."
The girl gingerly took the note and read it, tears flowing from her eyes. She collapsed into my arms sobbing as I patted her awkwardly on the back.
She blew her nose and wiped her eyes then looked up at me and in a very quiet voice said, "Thank you."
I let her hug me for a little while and then she turned to go instead uttering one last thanks. I stood there watching the door close softly. I felt a small twinge of satisfaction. This was what mediating was all about.
Well not totally. I mean the best part was waiting for me at home, if you know what I mean.
A big thank you for your reviews goes out to:-
Summer, NyzWickedPrincezZ, Lady of the Lilacs, Triple creasant, melanie, FridayBourne, xiaoxiao, Iris, ndblue123, Redaura, lazee2signin, Cassie, Dixiehnsnluver, DrenchedinWine, trickhayden, dreamerbabylioness, The Ultimate Reviewer, darkcherry, Divine-Bovines, lil, xoxolx3, j'ashley, Gliniel de Silva Malfoy+Wood, la la, Rashuko, Airna, FearlessGMoore, Hannah Abby, Alanna Rockwell, strawberry_miow, Lady Elizabeth and to everyone who reviews after this chapter has gone up!!! :)
If you're unsure of anything in my story or want to question something please write it in your review and I'll make a chapter answering any questions.