"I miss you too." He whispered, unable to cry as ghost, despite how much he really wanted to.
"Can I...Can I touch you?" She asked, stumbling over her words as she came to terms with the fact that she was really talking to Freddy.
He wished that he could answer that. He really did. But the truth was that he didn't know himself. Rather than speaking, he shrugged his shoulders telling her that he didn't know.
"Can I try?" She asked, her eyes not moving from him.
"Yes." He replied, and moved closer to her so that he was sat on the bed. As he did, she reached her hand out to try and stroke his face in an affectionate way. Much to her dismay, her hand brushed nothing except cold air.
"I'm sorry Ef. I was hoping for a different outcome." He said, just as equally disappointed as her.
"It's okay...I just.." she began but before she got the chance to finish her sentence there was a tap on her bedroom door, causing her attention to turn from Freddy's presence to the person on the other side of the door.
"Effy. There's a strange boy here to see you. Goes by the name Cook." Tony called from the other side.
Just as she was about to tell him to tell Cook that she wasn't in the mood for visitors, she looked back towards where Freddy was standing, only to find the space empty. She sighed sadly and reluctantly answered her brother.
"Send him up." She called back, without opening the door. Stupid interruptions. Every damn time she wanted a minute to herself. It pissed her off even more this time, especially since she didn't know if Freddy would ever appear to her again.
Within a few seconds, Cook was standing in the door way of her room. Unlike her brother Tony, he hadn't knocked. Instead he just came barging right in.
"Cookie. What do you want?" She asked, not bothering to hide her disappointment.
"I came to see you Ef. I haven't felt right since Freddy...well you know, and I wanted to try and mend things with you. I was hoping that we could be friends, yeah." He explained, coming further into the room and closing the door behind him.
"But Cookie he was here just now. He was talking to me. You came and he disappeared." She informed him, watching him very carefully each time he moved.
"What are you talking about? Sweetheart I'm sorry, but Freddy is gone. I don't know what medication you're on but, I think you may be hallucinating." He responded sympathetically. He was confused by what she had just said.
"You think I'm crazy! You don't believe me, do you? I'm not hallucinating anything Cook, he was here!" She yelled, losing her temper instantly.
"No Effy. I don't. I just think that you're very sick and grieving still at this current time. I think you loved him so much that your head is making you see what you want to see." He tried to explain. It's not that he didn't believe her, he just knew that ghosts didn't exist.
"Fuck you Cook. Get the hell out!" She demanded. Before he could say another word, she got up from her bed and kept pushing him, no matter how much he tried not to let her, until he was outside the room. Once he was stood in the hallway, she slammed the door in his face, giving it a fully forced swing. After that, she was still so angry with not being believed, she didn't know what to do with it.
So she screamed.
Meanwhile, Cook was stood in the hallway, shocked at her sudden outburst, as he turned to leave, he stopped briefly and looked back towards her bedroom door.
"I hear you Ef. I'm hurting too." He whispered. Then he turned around and left.
