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Until It Sleeps

Where do I take this pain of mine?

I run but it stays right by my side…

"YOU SICKO!"

Kat's screech could be heard for miles. Some choice words were exchanged, followed by an even angrier "LEAVE!", then silence. In middle of a therapy session, Dr. Harvey and Casper looked at each other. Casper rose from his seat to check, but James waved him away saying he'd check it out. The door clicked shut behind him. Casper sighed, or as much as one could without lungs. This scenario had been going on for days now, not the outbursts, but the sessions. Casper didn't know he had been frowning so much until Kat questioned about it. He didn't know what to say first, the fact that she had grown up and was leaving for college in a year or that the trio were actually starting to hit on her. His nonexistent insides flipped and churned at that revelation but it was true, despite their firm "No Fleshie" policy. It was made worst by James asking him question after question about anything and everything. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the doctor's company, but the sessions were long and made Casper recall memories that made him teary. James said it was "To make the afterlife more comfortable and ease the feelings of loss." Casper thought it was to make them both forget they were losing Kat.

The study was quiet. A slight breeze ruffled the windows and distracted him from the chorus of voices out in the corridor. He recognized his Uncle's rude comments mingled with the Doc's reasoning tone. They were getting closer. Casper hated arguments; he reached over to the old fashioned radio near his seat. Almost immediately, the room was filled with a sad, slow instrumental song. It was very relaxing, and soon the ghost had forgotten all about the screaming talks in the corridor and was transported back to that night. The room illuminated by the silvery disco ball and the shuffle and sway of the dancers as they moved aside, astounded by him. She was confused, looking around at who the boy could possibly be looking for, but the seats were empty. Was this good-looking boy really interested in her? She took his hand and together they cleared a space on the dance floor, she kissed him… "I'd do anything to be alive again." He whispered.

The door banged open, shattering the reverie.

"Geez, we accidentally float through the bathroom and everyone yells at us like we did on purpose!" Stretch remarked, throwing up his arms, them crossing them in his usually sour way.

"Then she was mad because I was going to steal her shower gel, I mean, why would I want that girly stuff?" exclaimed Fatso. He tried (unsuccessfully of course) to hide the green bottle behind him. He dropped it and it rolled toward Stinkie, who screamed and flew to the other side of the room.

None of them had spotted Casper, who was immensely relieved. Another figure at the doorway appeared, Kat. Her damp hair dripping on the floor and all over her clothes, in her hand was a Dust Buster. She smiled ruthlessly.

"Kat! Don't! I just got them comfortable in their afterlives!" Dr. Harvey called.

"Well they are about to uncomfortable!" She yelled, revving the tiny vacuum.

The trio back against the wall, hands up like she had a gun. Casper laughed softly. Kat walked closer and closer…

"Uh…ya know sweetheart, if you let us go, we promise not to go in your room again." Stretch tried to reason with the angered teen.

"...And won't go browsing in your dirty clothes!" Stinkie added.

"Or steal your make-up!"

At that last comment, Fatso's two brothers turned to look at him. "What?" He replied. But Kat didn't care, she barely heard a word. Her mouth was agape.

"Sweetheart?" She jabbed the mini vac in Stretch's direction. "I can't believe…!"

The roar of the vacuum and the cries of his uncles were soon heard, and then it was quiet yet again. Kat smiled victoriously. She turned to go and finally noticed Casper.

"Hey! I didn't see you there!" She tossed the dust buster on a nearby couch and leaned over to give him a hug. "I feel like I haven't seen you ages!"

"I've been at the lighthouse a lot." He replied, accepting the quick hug.

"Well," she said straightening up, "Let me know when so we can hang sometime, like we used to."

"Sure."

She beamed and walked towards the door saying that maybe they could catch up on Friday.

"But I thought you had a dance on Friday?" Casper questioned. He wasn't about to interfere with her life.

"Oh…I completely forgot, and I need a dress too…Next Friday then?"

He nodded, wondering how she could forget, even the trio knew! That's because she doesn't have a date. A harsh voice piped up inside of him. She flashed him a smile and was gone, little beads of water trailing to the ground. How could such a pretty girl not have a date? No, not a girl, a

young woman. Casper frowned and put his head in his hands.

"Sorry about that Casper."

Dr. Harvey began to walk into the study to resume the questioning, when suddenly he slipped. The water Kat left behind had pooled and created a hazard that poor, uncoordinated Dr. Harvey couldn't dodge. He slammed into a nearby wall and lay slightly dazed, mumbling under his breath. Casper sighed again and got off his seat to help him up.