Okay guys, I got caught up with updating this week and here is chapter ten. It really wasn't that hard though. It was only two pages long... I think? Any ways I want to say a quick thank you to 'keagan bolak' for the advice, I'll have to look in to that.

TPROV

"Okay," Simon said. "Just to catch everyone up were at the part where they came and took Liz away after she freaks out about her poltergeist." I sent a little energy shock his way when no one was looking. He gasped a loud the glared at me and I returned it with a blank innocent look. "Is everything alright?" Kit asked at glanced at Simon with concern. Derek who apparently doesn't miss a beat, meat my gaze with a warning one of his own. "Alright," I said and stretched back on the couch. "Let's get going. Chloe toss me the pad." She did and it landed with a thud in my lap. I smirked, "Thanks." She rolled her eyes. I flipped to the last page where we'd left off and began to read.

The paramedics came for Liz. I watched her go, asleep on the stretcher, just like I'd been taken from school. Deluxe transportation for crazy kids.

"Chloe!" Lauren sapped. "That's terrible thing to say." "But it's kind of true when it comes to the Edison Group actually transported us," Simon mumbled.

Miss Van Dop insisted I take half a sleeping peel. I gave in, but when she tried to fallow it with an extra dose of my antihallucination medicine, I hid the pill under my tongue.

I snorted, "I'm surprised she didn't check because they usually did for the rest of us." "Well, if you would have just taken you meds in the first place then they wouldn't have had to check." Derek told me with a roll of his eyes. I grumbled 'no it all mutt,' under my breath and was met with a glared.

I hadn't seen or heard anything since lunchtime. While that might have been the meds kicking in, I couldn't help hoping Rae's wild theory was right—that my "break with reality" was only a temporary mental vacation, brought on by stress and hormones.

If only, I thought. I shook my head and tried to focus on reading.

With any luck, I was already making the return trip to sanity. I had to test that theory. So I'd save the pill and, if I saw anything, I'd take it. I offered to help clean the room, but Mrs. Talbot took me downstairs to get a glass of milk, then settled me

"Huh, I never got that kind of treatment," Simon complained. I was about to snap at him for interrupting me but then Chloe cut me off. "You weren't the one who'd almost had a mental break down." He smiled sheepishly at her as the adults frowned from across the room.

I drifted off, waking when she came to trundle me back to bed, and was asleep again before I could pull up the covers.

"It seems like we all had trouble sleeping those days," Chloe said. "May I continue?" I couldn't help the annoyance in my voice as I propped my legs up on a nearby chair. She rolled her eyes at me, then wave her hand for me to read."

I awoke to the fruity smell of Liz's hair gel. I floated there, dreaming I was trapped in a vat of cotton candy, the sweet smell making my stomach churn as I fought through the stick strands.

"Hay, that would be kind of cool," Simon said. Kit looked at him worriedly. "That would be if I could eat it, not that I can." He rubbed the back of neck and laughed shakily. Derek glared at his brother from behind lowered eyelids.

Finally I broke free, eyes flying open, gulping air. "Chloe?" I blinked. It sounded like Liz voice, timid and wavering. "Are you awake, Chloe?" I rolled on my side. Liz sat on the edge of her bed, wearing her Minnie Mouse nightshirt and gray socks covered with purple and orange giraffes.

"Her favorite her favorite night time outfit." I said aloud with a sigh. Reading about Liz's death was going to have me seriously depressed.

She wiggled her toes. "Funky, huh? My little brother got them for me last charismas."

Chloe let out a small giggle from across the room. "She really hates those socks now." "Why," Simon asked. "If you would have to wear something for an eternity wouldn't you get bored with it." I said as if he were unable to comprehend. He was about to make a witty come back when his dad cut him off. "Tori, why don't we keep reaing?"

I pushed up, blinking harder. The cotton candy from the sleeping pill still encircled my brain, sticky and thick, and I couldn't seem to focus. Sunlight streamed through the venetian blind, making the giraffes on Liz's socks dance as she waggled her toes.

"So you're seeing Liz ghost for the first time, and all you can think about is her socks?" Derek said to Chloe who blushed then said. "It's my fault blame the sleeping peel." "We don't know for sure if its Liz ghost," Lauren said quietly. She got the 'Who are you kidding,' look from almost everyone present.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," she said, gaze fixed on her feet. You and me both, I thought.

"Nope that was 100% real unfortunately," Simon said. The adults in the room gave him a disapproving look.

"I dreamed they took me away and I woke up in this hospital. Only I wasn't in a bed but on a table. A cold, metal table. And there was this woman there, like a nurse, wearing one of those masks. She was bending over me. When I opened my eyes she jumped."

My voice started to shake a little bit as I read. The room was completely silent, and all I could think was, 'please don't let this be what I think this is'.

Her gaze shot my way, and she managed a tiny smile. "Kinda like you do sometimes. Like I startled her. She calls this guy over, and I ask where I am, but they just keep talking. They're mad because I wasn't supposed to wake up and now they don't know what to do. I try to sit, but I'm tied down."

Chloe make a chocking sound that might have been a sob but since her face was barred against Derek's chest it was hard to tell. Derek was comforting her, rubbing her back. Simon stared at the floor his expression closed off for once. The adults remand impassive and silent.

Liz bunched her nightshirt in her hands, kneading it. "All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, couldn't yell, and then…"

Lauren put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god," She whispered in a frail voice. Kit was wide eyed and pale.

She shuddered, arm wrapping around herself. "I woke up here."

"Dead," Chloe barley whispered, but we all heard her.

I sat up. "I'm going to help you Liz. Okay?" She scuttled back on the bed, pulling her knees up. She opened her mouth, but she was shacking too badly to form words.

You so not the only one, I thought glancing around at the other who looked pretty shook up themselves.

I stood, the wood floor icy beneath my feet, and crossed over to sit beside her. "Do you want me to try talking to your poltergeist?" She nodded, chin drumming against her chest.

I couldn't read anymore I hesitantly passed the yellow pad to Derek the only person who seemed to be keeping his emotions in check. He seemed to understand. He took the pad without a word. I tucked my knees under my chin and quietly listen to him read.

"Tell it to stop. Tell it I don't need its help. I can look after myself." I reached out to lay my hand on her arm. I saw my fingers make contact, but they kept moving. Kept going. Through her arm.

"That's sucks," Simon murmured. Chloe let out a short bitter laugh. "It was worse telling her she was actually dead." Derek stroked her hair as her head had moved to lay on his shoulder.

As I stared in horror, Liz looked down. She saw my hand pass through her. And she started to scream.

Derek finished the chapter and looked up at the rest of us. "Should I just go on?" Kit nodded, "I think that would be wise."

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