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"I still can't believe you can see or even hear me!" Agnes squealed. Melinda smiled. Agnes was here, she was a ghost but she was here!
"I was going to tell you," Melinda said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "But I didn't think you'd believe me."
"Melinda, you were my only friend," Agnes said. "Of course I'd believe you and now I have to! What more proof do I need, I mean, I'm dead and you can still talk to me! I think I'll stay here a while."
"No, Agnes you can't!" Melinda replied. "Trust me; you'll be happier once you cross over."
"How do you know?" Agnes asked.
"Well, I do talk to ghosts," Melinda said. "Don't I?"
"Yeah," Agnes admitted. Melinda smiled again and said,
"Welcome back."
"Thanks," Agnes mumbled. Melinda could tell that there was something bothering Agnes, something other than the fact that she was see through… and dead.
"Are you angry?" Melinda asked. She didn't get an immediate answer but could see that Agnes was really thinking about her answer.
"I'm not sure," she simply replied. "I've never hated my parents; I guess I just wanted them to love me more." Melinda nodded.
"I see," Melinda said. "You know that they're being punished for what they did to you." Suddenly, Agnes clenched her fists and made another glass break.
"That's not good enough!" Agnes yelled. "They deserve more than being stuck in jail! They deserve to go to hell!" Melinda was speechless. She didn't know what to think. She had never seen Agnes angry before, she didn't think Agnes knew how to be angry.
"I understand," Melinda said softly. She pulled a broom and dustpan out of the closet and started sweeping up the broken glass.
"I'm sorry," Agnes said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"Don't be sorry," Melinda told her. "You're upset, and there's no reason not to be upset. I can help you come to peace and go to a better place, I want to help you."
With that Agnes just smiled… and then she was gone.
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