Hey guys. I know, I had planned for this to be posted before my birthday...but school is being hell, and it will only get worse...groans but I only have like, four weeks of school left, so yeah! Anyway....i had written this a loooong time ago...maybe late March or so...but I hadn't finished, so I just kept it and thought I was gonna finish soon and all. SorryU I have other stuff written down, but it wouldn't make any sense why to post it with this...and it's not like I had a lot anyway...lol....well, don't worry, as soon as I finish I'll post the whole chapter again and it's going to be longer and all the chapter responses and are gonna be with it as well. I just didn't want to leave ya guys hanging any longer with that cliffy...and I hope this helps ya okay, happy reading!

Mediator Hitomi

Chapter Eight- What to do When Faced with an Emotional Ghost

"Help me," cried the weak voice. Her lip quivered with a rasping noise echoing inside the room as the only sound. Her frame shook uncontrollably as if she was cold, which is ridiculous, because ghosts don't feel any heat or cold. Her fragile hands trembled as they clutched her shirt to the chest powerfully, and she rocked back and forth on the ground. She snapped her eyes away from mine and drew her legs to her chest, continuing with her slow rocking. She mumbled something under her breath, as if a chant to cast the pain away. Her arms hugged her legs closer to her body, and suddenly, her eyes snapped to mine again and her lip quivered again as new tears spilt, "please."

In all my years of kicking ghost butt, I have never come across...uh...a hysterical ghost. Some bad ghost that doesn't feel like going to where it's supposed to be? Sure, I can handle. Some ghost that asks me to do mission impossible and not even says a 'thank you'? No problem. But a sobbing ghost that can hardly speak and is actually polite for once? Now that's a whole different story.

I continued to look at her with some pity as she pathetically continued to rock herself with her silent chanting. I sat with my nightgown under the duvet and wasn't so sure what the hell I should do with her. Obviously I wasn't gonna sleep anytime soon, so I flung the covers back, and wriggled myself out of bed and stepped towards the ghost who was by the corner of the room. She must have noticed me, for soon she started shouting, "No! Don't come any closer!! Stay away!! No...no!!"

I stopped as I stared at the girl crutched down with her hair flowing over her face and the only sign I knew that she was crying was because of her heartbreaking sobs and her body shuddered with every sob.

I gulped and hugged myself, and continued to walk slowly, "I'm going goin—"

"No!" screamed the girl again and snapped her head back up, making her hair fly over her, clo-closer!" the girl stuttered as her hands massaged her neck.

"Okay," I said with some exasperation at her dramatic performance. What gives? The girl comes barging in my room in the middle of the night, sobbing hysterically and calling for help, and than screams for me to stay away because I actually had a heart to care? Yeah, talk about gratitude.

The girl stopped sobbing and stared at me as if I had grown another head. I could now see her profile better since she wasn't shaking her head with her hair flying everywhere to cover her face anymore. She had large Violet eyes that were red blood shot and rimmed with tears and mascara smudged under her eyes, giving the haunting effect with the contract of her milky skin and her light blonde hair plastered at her face and to her chest. Her lips were swollen with a light red hue and her cheeks were flushed pink.

She wore nothing that a female with two legs wouldn't wear living in California. She wore thick blue flip-flops and an ankle bracelet along with her toenails painted dark purple, matching her fingernails that were digging her arm as she had wrapped her arms around herself strongly. From the time she was rocking back and forth I caught a glimpse of the yellow spaghetti strap she wore under the jeans jacket that was loosely open that showed the cut to the midriff along with the belly piercing. She had on a short jeans skirt, that was now soaked with tears and was hiked to the middle of her thighs.

"Help," whispered the girl again with her eyes focused on mine.

I sighed inwardly as the story was getting old. I shut my eyes and quickly snapped them open again. Wait! I know that face! I turned my head again to the sad looking ghost as my eyes widened and gasped, "Mi-millerna!"

The girl's eyes widened again, and it seemed as if I had said the wrong thing, because the next thing that happened was the girl sobbing again with new tears streaming down her face.

"Uh...look...I'm really sorry...I thought you were someone I knew...," again, I said another stupid thing, because her sobbing only intensified and she threw herself on the ground. I was starting to feel very annoyed with this girl crying herself until she croaked. Really, I have better things to do even if my life isn't the greatest, you know.

I couldn't take it anymore until I said in a low voice that sounded more as a growl, "Look here, girl, I don't have time to help you if the only thing you're gonna do is cry like some pathetic slob. You came here and interrupted my sleep and asked for help, and when I tried to come close to you, you started screaming to stay away. Now, if you want my help, than say it, dammit!" Wow, I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but I guess she took the hint because it luckily made her shut up with a hurtful expression.

"S-sorry...," breathed the girl as she whipped her face with the back of her hand. Her shoulders moved up every time she hiccupped as she tried to stop crying. She than looked at me with glazing eyes blinking back tears, and it would have almost made me feel bad if I hadn't already been disturbed so many times, almost.

I grew impatient with all the mystery and suspense of the reason why she was here. I wanted to go back to my warm bed! And snuggle my face and actually sleep! But nooo, miss mediator freak must be woken up by not one, but two freakin ghosts! I crossed my arms over my chest and looked sternly at the sniffling girl, "Well?"

The girl bit her lip to stop the flow of tears, and shut her eyes hard, "I'm sorry."

I kept quiet and waited for her to continue, and when I felt she wouldn't respond, I opened my mouth to speak but her weak and strangled voice made me stop, "I'm so, so sorry. I-I had no idea..."

The girl didn't make any sense, sorry for what?

"I...didn't know...," the girl echoed again and caste her face sideways, "I...just...never thought...oh!" the girl started sobbing again, but soon stopped herself with her hand to her mouth and gulped hard.

By that time, I was completely lost.

"Uh....miss? Why are you here?" I asked with a softer tone but irritated at her behaviour.

The girl looked at me again, "E-eris," she muttered that only word as if it would answer everything.

I shut my eyes and growled. Why must all ghosts be so hard to deal with? Oh, why?? And than, I opened my eyes, and as always, she was gone, just like all ghosts that come into my life unexpectedly.

umm...who is the ghost you ask? Hehe, you'll discover soon enough if you haven't already guessed it please leave your comments before you leave (those help authors a lot, trust me) I was very touched with the previous reviews, and with more review I'll be sure to have more enthusiasm!!! Anyway, I'll see ya later! And I'm really hoping to re-post this chapter in mid-May...maybe next weekend? (15, 16)

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5/05/04