Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.
A/N: Thanks again to the reviewers out there! Your questions will be answered very soon…
Okay, so maybe I was the only living person in the room.
Kylie—or her ghost, at least—was sitting on the window seat, staring out the window sadly. She had a slight glow about her, and was semi-transparent. She was wearing the same pajamas that she died in; her shirt still blood stained. I knew from the moment I saw her that this wasn't going to go well.
"K-Kylie?" I asked, hesitant. She turned and looked at me, her icy blue eyes filled with anger and sadness. Tears were trickling down her ashen face.
"Look at me, Alyx." Kylie demanded, gesturing to herself, her voice shaking. I kept my gaze to the floor.
"I tried to save you, Kylie. You know I tried." I answered quietly.
"Look at me!" she hollered, livid. "I'm dead, Alyxandria. Dead."
"I did everything I could…"
"But you didn't save me, did you? You knew that…that thing was gonna kill me, and you let me die, Alyx." The pile of books on my dresser began to shake because of Kylie's rising temper. Since she was now a ghost, she had acquired some kinetic abilities.
"Please," I said. "Don't do this to me, Ky. Not now."
"Oh, don't Ky me, Winchester. And don't even try to say sorry because sorry wont cut it this time," I stared at her feet, watching as she stood up and came toward me. She pushed my chin up forcefully with her index finger, so we met eye to eye. "Can't look at me, can you? It's because you feel guilty, right? For watching me suffer and die right in front of you."
"It wasn't my fault!" I yelled firmly. "I mean, do you think I wanted this to happen? This isn't easy for me, either, Kylie." Every time I closed my eyes, I re-lived that tragic night, beating myself up with the 'what ifs'.
"Alyx? What's going on in there?" Dad's voice came from the other side of the door.
"Umm…" I stammered. I was about to open it up when I heard the click of the lock, which was obviously Kylie's doing. "Open it!" I hissed at her. If she was gonna go all 'angry spirit' on me, I wasn't going to play nice. This little encounter was going downhill fast.
"No."
"Now, Kylie!" I ordered.
"Kylie? Alyx, who are you talkin' to in there? C'mon, open up!" Dad shouted. I heard him run away, down the stairs. I knew he'd be back. I tugged on the handle of the door, but it wasn't any use. All I could think—even though I know it wasn't a very nice thought, especially after going to Kylie's funeral—was why didn't we salt and burn the bones? Kylie had died violently; her life was cut short at a young age, too, which was why she was stuck roaming around, haunting me. Blaming me for her demise.
"I…I can help you," I suggested, as she continued to step toward me, furious. "We can salt and burn your bones, so you don't have to stay like this…" She didn't say anything, but she was mad. Other items on my desk and dresser were shaking and falling onto the floor. I was waiting for things to come flying at me.
"Or, you can just get revenge like every other pissed off spirit." I said sarcastically.
Bad move. (Now that I think about it, I really have problems with opening up my stupid mouth at the wrong time.)
Kylie grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me into the nearest wall. This made me angry.
"Do you think this is funny?"
"Want to kill me?" I asked. "Go ahead. I dare you."
Extremely horrible move.
I think Kylie was about to punch my lights out when Dad kicked open the door, breaking the lock. He was armed with a rifle full of rock salt. Kylie dropped me upon seeing this, and I fell to the floor, ducking so Dad could fire off a round of rock salt at her.
"I'm sorry." Dad said, as Sam was helping me to my feet. I never thought I'd be in this situation, where my best friend suddenly became the enemy. And a possible hunting job. This was so messed up.
"She'll come after me again." I said.
"Yeah," Dad replied. "And there's only one way to fix this."
I felt like a bad person doing this, but I knew it had to be done, or else I'd become Kylie's first victim as a vengeful spirit. Dad, Sam, and I were weaving our way through the maze of gravestones in the cemetery at about ten o'clock at night. It was cold, rainy, and foggy. I still felt like crap. Sam and I were carrying flashlights and shovels, while Dad had the bag with the salt, lighter fluid, and matches. Once we located Kylie's grave, Sam and my dad started digging. I couldn't watch. It made my stomach flip-flop thinking about it. Digging up her coffin—and the day of the funeral, no less! Dad opened the coffin, revealing nothing but her bones, which was all that remained after the fire. I almost threw up. Sam had to grab onto my shoulders to steady me because I nearly fainted. The whole salt and burn thing had been perfectly fine with me up until now. Ya know, because up until this night I didn't need to do it to my friend's bones.
"You okay?" Sam asked, still holding onto my shoulders. I shook my head, closing my eyes.
"No, not really…" I walked away from him, and started pacing around in circles, trying to compose myself as Dad poured salt and lighter fluid onto Kylie's bones. I still had my back turned to the grave, but I heard my dad strike a match. I turned back around to see the light coming from the hole in the ground, the flames flickering and crackling. "This sucks." I muttered, sighing. Dad pulled me into a half-hug, kissing the top of my head.
"I know, kiddo," he answered. "But she'll be happier this way."
A/N: I know, kinda short, but I put in everything that needed to be there. Next chapter Alyx visits Missouri!