From Beginning
To End
Chapter 3
Is the girl dead? Casper didn't know. All he knew was as soon as she saw him she screamed, lost her footing and fell backward down the front porch corete steps and onto the brick walk way. Oh please don't let her be dead. Please, Casper pleaded. And please don't let his uncles come out to find her like this. With the scream she let out he really couldn't believe they hadn't come out by now. They were clueless to reality, but not that bad.
" What the
heck is that fleshy doin' on my front porch? " Stretch bellowed
from somewhere behind Casper.
" Looks like she is taking a
nap, aww look she is drooling. So sweet. " exclaimed Fatso, also
behind Casper.
" And bleeding. Aww.....wait, why is she
bleeding?? " Stinkie said as he pointed to the side of the girls
head where there was indead a cut.
" Holy crap, so she is. I
wonder why, might be dead. Hey short sheet if that fleshy kills over,
throw her out. I don't want a dead bone bag on my nice clean porch. "
Stretch said as he turned around to go back inside.
The other two gave the girl one last look then started to follow their older brother.
" Wait, Wait! We can't leave her like this. We need to get her inside. She is bleeding FROM THE HEAD. Not good. Kat told me once that that COULD in fact kill them. Please you guys. She doesn't need to die here like this..alone. " Casper got the girls arm and tried to get her positioned so that he could drag her inside. But seeing that the whole dragging her was not helping with the blood issue, he looked desperatly at his three uncles again.
" Please you guys. "
The three older ghost look at one another. Trying to tell whether they should be mad that their nephew for, again, trying to help these " humans " or whether they should get the girl inside the old manor.
Stretch was the first to speak, after giving the girl a good up and down, once over look he said, " We are gonna take her inside boys, IF she wakes up we will one : find out what the heck she is doing here and two : have " something to do. " with the last reason he moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
The other two
bursted out into fits of laughter as they grabed her leg and other
arm. Stretch and Casper firmly grasped her leg and lower body.
Casper sighed. His uncles were so crude that this poor helpless
girl was lying in their arms almost dead and all they could think
about was...well he didn't know what his uncles were exactally
thinking but he had a good idea.
Ouch. Man, did
she hurt. Her back hurt and she didn't even want to think about her
terrible head ache. God, was she ran over. By a bus, maybe?
All
she could remember was this morning. Ouch again. This morning made
her head hurt even worst. She saw it all again. Like a movie....
This morning she woke up, to a day that should have been the happiest day of her young life. She was getting married to Micheal Bram, the most sought after man in New York. Her own Price Charming. So why did she feel so lost and empty. She should be jumping with joy. But yet her feet would not move. She drug her long lean body out of her king size waterbed. And went into the bathroom. She got into the shower hoping that the warm water would wash away her doubts. But when she dried herself off a new pang of worries hit her like a freight train. She began to quiver and went over to the phone to call the whole thing off. She couldn't breath as she dialed Micheal's number. But as soon as she heard the heavenly chorus that was the dial tone, her personal assiant, Hilary , knocked on her french doors to let her know the hair dresser and make-up artist have arrived to get her ready for her big day.
She was pinched, poked, puffed, and pampered for what seemed like hours. Until finally hair dressers, make-up artist and maid left her to herself to look at the finished product. She looked like somthing out of a fairy tail. yet fairy tales were suppose to have happy endings. Why did she feel like if she went through with this she would never see hers. Before she could give too much thought to her situation there was another knock on the door to inform her, it was time, the limo had arrived. She numbly left her bedroom and slipped into the plush leather seats of the limo. She was then whisked away to the chapel.
When she got to the chapel, she gazed out the window at a sight that must have been taken right out of Julia Roberts movie's " Runaway Bride ". There were cameras, papprazzi and people she didn't even know every where. To see her? Or to see who the famous Micheal Bram was to marry. She was lurched forward as the limo halted right in the middle of the chaos. Her driver then pushed throught the crowd to open her door. She was instantly flooded by flashing lights and questions. She looked out into the crowd trying to find a savior or at least a familiar face. And there lo and behold there she was. Pushing her waythrough the crowd. Her savior finally go there and grabbed her and raced her forward away from the massive crowd that had gathered.
"Oh my God,
what bums. Sorry Stella. I was goning to met you out there but Vic
called. I am sorry." she remembered her friend saying.
"
Thats ok. But Kat, I am scared. I don't...what I mean is...I don't
think... " she had began.
" You don't love Micheal. "
Kat finished for her.
Stella still hadn't figured out how Kat did that but she guessed it was obivous, Kat knew her since the first day of college were they instantly became friends and they now owned a business in New York together. Kat got married two years later to her high school sweetheart and Stella was right there with her. They were two of a feather or something like that. Her head hurt too much to think to much about it. Her mind fluttered back to this mornig.
" How did
you know? " she had quizzed her friend.
" Well duh! He
is snobby, boring, a total goody goody and soooo not your type. Too
dull. You have always been attracted to bad boys with bad attuides
too boot. Sweetie, lets get you outta here before you have to do
something stupid. " Kat said as she pushed the storm window
open.
" Thank you Thank you Thank you. But where am I going
to go? " she had said.
Kat seemed to have thought about it a long while. And then she snapped her slim fingers.
" You need
somewhere safe, simple and quiet. Without anyone there. I know the
perfect place.....My old house, Whipstaff. Do you remember me telling
you about it. Its right on the coast of Maine, way upon a cliff over
looking a lighthouse and the ocean. But not many people go there. Its
quiet, great view and no one will think to look for you there. Sound
good? I can give you directions and my old key. Every thing will be
ok. So lets get you going before you have to do the unthinkable. "
" Oh Kat! Thank you. I will call as soon as I get there.
Tell daddy I am so sorry and I will call him when I find....myself. "
she had said as she pushed herself out of the small window and into
the back church yard. As she went she has turned around to tell her
friend thanks again but Kat was mumbing to herself. It sounded like "
I hope they are gone, Please let them be. " With that Stella
left. She didn't take the comment to heart.
Voices whipped Stella back to the present. Where was she and why was she hurting so badly. Ouch. She listened to see what was going on. When she heard nothing she tried opening her eyes. Through small slits she saw 4 figures standing, she guessed they were standing , over her. She could not make much out other than two of them were lean and tall. One was kinda heavy set and one looked like a child. No, not a child but maybe a early teen. They were all very very pale. She closed her eyes again. And just listened.
" Hey, Hey
she opened her eyes " a voices said. It was booming. Probally
belonging to the heavier one.
" Does that count. I mean she
closed them again. Maybe the Bulbhead is right. She might be dying. "
came another one.
" I didn't say she was dying I said that
humans CAN die from getting hit in the head like that " came a
small voice. The child she guessed.
" Who gives a flying
dokey's butt if she is or is not dead. " came a heavy heavy
Boston accent.
" We do!! " came a chorus of voices.
Followed by two sets of fake coughing.
" WHAT!! You all are
telling me that you actally CARE about this...this....meat mush!! "
came that dangerous Boston accent.
" Well, no not exactally
" began the booming voice, " We just wanna know if she is
ok, thats all Stretch. "
Fleshy, Meat mush, Stetch....what is going on?? Stella had to open her eyes. She had to find her voice and she had to sit up. So she tried one and then the other. Ok so opening her eyes and sitting up were not going to happen so she did the next best thing.
" Hey? "
" Did she just say something, did that dang fleshy just say something? Well, there ya go boys, she is ok. Now get her out. " came that devious and now very rude, crude and just plain nasty sounding Boston accent again.
" Yes butthole, I did say something. And this "fleshy" has a name. Its Stella. Now.... " She began as she tried to sit up again. She made it. And now for her eyes. One and now the other. Ok eyes open. Check. She looked around the dusty, musty room. Wait where did the 4 people go?
" Hello? "
" HI!! "
Stella looked up. She was face to face with 3 sets of sparkling eyes and wide grins. Wait didn't she look UP? How can she look up toward the ceiling and come face to face with anyone. She looked more closly. Could she see a wall through them? Wait what the....her gaze traveled downward. She saw no feet. What is going on? And then one came floating down....wait floating. She opened her eyes wide and saw the voices belonged to 4 very pale, very white and very DEAD!!! people. With a finally scream she faded back into darkness.
" Well, that went good. " was the last thing she heard. That dang Boston accent again. When she woke up she was gonna give that...that....oh whatever, a good peice of her mind!
