Chapter four
note Hey guys! I was too lazy to continue writing, so I'm writing now. Hope you like it!
Melinda sat waiting in the hospital waiting room. She felt sick to her stomache, and couldn't think straight. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. That is, until the doctor came into the room.
"Mrs. Gordon?"
"Yes?"
"I don't know how to say this, but..." This was enough for Melinda. She knew what was going on. She didn't want to hear the rest. Delia grabbed her by the waist, and hugged her as tight as she could. She wanted to hug the pain away, and she wanted to bring Jim back.
Once Melinda ran out of tears, she walked herself back home. She was trembling, hardly able to see straight. She stumbled her way home, and walked through the front door. She sat down on her couch, and flipped open the newspaper. She started to read, but the words started to rearrange on her. The larger letters appeared in front of her, right in the middle of the page. They read "Mors amor".
Of course! Melinda thought, Mors amor! Death of a loved one! She remembered a night when she and Jim were in bed, and on Jim's back, were the words mors amor. She understood completely now. But it was too late. Jim was gone.
Melinda hugged the pillow, and thought about those words. Those very words that have taunted Melinda since the day she saw them scratched on Jim's back. She first thought they were meant for her father, but she thought wrong.
Melinda picked up the phone, and called Rick, who helps Melinda with her "ghost problems". Well, this is a problem about the dead, right?
"Hello, Rick?" She said shakily once Rick picked up the phone.
"Hey Mel, what's up?"
"Jim...Jim died". She started sobbing into the phone.
"Oh, Mel. It'll be alright. I am always here for you. Just take an advil, and put your head on the pillow, and go to sleep. It'll be alright."
"Ok, thanks Rick." Mel hung up the phone and rested her head on the end of the couch. She wasn't quite ready to sleep in the bed yet.
On the other end of town, Rick stared at the phone. A small smile came upon his lips, and he rejoiced at the wonderful opportuntity that has been put into the palm of his hand.