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CHAPTER VI:

APRIL 15, 2018

It was eleven fifty-five last night when I looked at my watch for the millionth time. "Five more minutes and we'll do it" I told Wy, he sighed, not very convinced.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asked me.

"You should move that crystal a little bit to the left." Was my solely answer.

Wy was setting everything up, while I was telling him what to do. I was sitting down, leaning on the back of the bed, I could feel my heart racing and Wy's uncertain looks that pierced my body every second and a half.

Just five more minutes and I would meet the owner of all those memories that I inherited, my hero and my torturer at the same time… A me that is not really me…odd.

Four… I could see Wyatt arranging everything, he looked scared and unsure, probably the thought of which could be the reaction of this other Chris frightened him, but I knew there was no reason to worry, Chris will love Wyatt.

Three… fear invaded me, but… what would Chris think of me? I bet he probably watches us all the time from up there… at least, that is what grandma always says. He is probably so disappointed on what I had become… I am never going to be able to be as good as he was, and I know it. Will he hate me for wasting all his potential on a life so poorly lived? That wonderful life he gave his life to achieve.

Two… everything is ready and Wyatt is walking to me, the spell in his hand and looking at me nervously. I looked at him and smile, probably as nervously as he smiled back to me, sitting on my bed, he shows me the familiar rhymes.

One… we both sighed heavily, nervous and anxiously, trying to look at each other reassuringly. "Ready?" Wyatt asks me. "As I'll ever going to be… here goes nothing." I answer.

The grandfather's clock strikes twelve, dun-dun-dun, I count 12 times. The house becomes silent again and we read.

"Hear these words, hear my cry,

Spirit from the other side,

Come to me, I summon thee,

Cross now the great divide."

But nothing happened…

"I told you he wasn't going to come, they won't let him yet! They said we'd have to wait like 20 years or so after his death to be able to summon him!" Wyatt told me, half of him heart broken, the other half relieved.

"CHRIS PLEASE COME! I NEED YOU! I really do…" I told the air above me, hoping he could hear. "Wy, you ask him… he would definitely pay attention if you ask him to come." I asked my brother, I knew Chris would pay attention to him.

Wyatt looked at me like "Are you kidding me?" but just said "Please Chris, we need you, for real… come… please?"

We read the spell once again and finally my room started glowing blue and we started trembling with anticipation.

You can imagine my disappointment when it wasn't Chris that showed up, but my Grandma Patty.

"Grandma, what are you doing here? We were summoning the other Chris!" I asked a little bit more annoyed than I should have to, but give me a break, I had an off charts fever, I was anxious, scared, frustrated and confused, I was nowhere near a point where I was thinking about my manners.

"Hello and nice to see you to you too!" She smiled at me, but probably realized the reason why I was so far off from polite. She just moved to my bed and sat between Wy and me, on the spot Wyatt left her. She caressed both our cheeks "You had both grown so much" She said in that motherly- fashionably-goofy way grandma's always say that. I might have shown my annoyingly impatience because she was "All right, all right, you act more and more like him everyday" Which I bet she meant as an insult, but I felt flattered. "I know you are calling for Chris, and that is why I am here for! You can't summon Chris you know that, you have to wait at least six more years until the powers authorize him to come."

"But we need him grandma. We really do, and if he knows we need him he'll come, just go tell him… PLEASEE…" I tried my best puppy-dog-irresistible-to adults-look, but I bet it didn't work.

"He knows, and that is why I am coming here to ask you not to call him. Your Grams Penny is over there driving insane trying to stop him, and you have NO idea how stubborn that boy can be! So you got to help me too, cuz it's not like Chris cares at all about breaking stupid rules or putting himself in danger, if his family needs his help."

"Ohh come on grandma… just help him bend a couple of rules! Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeee I need to talk to him!"

"You are not asking us to bend a couple of rules, you are asking us to let Chris break rules, and you know he is on probation since he came down, right after his death when your mom was crying for him, breaking every single rule that there is and his only excuse was that he couldn't stand watching his mother in pain in any circumstance, and it was worst if he knew he was responsible for that pain. Trust me, the powers don't care about those things."

"But that was like 14 years ago…" I whined.

"Yeah and he is still on probation, imagine what would happen if he comes back now…"

"What can they do grandma? Kill me? I am already dead! I don't think they can do much more... "A soft voice from behind them told them, they turned around.

There he was, the portrait of what Chris new he was going to look 10 years from now. He was standing, a little shrugged, his hands, hidden in his jean's pockets, were shyly pushing down, and he was staring at them with a bashful look and a timid smile on his face.

"Did someone call for my help?" He asked.