Chapter 2
Happy Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas Eve? Anyway...here is chapter 2, ENJOY!
Soul stood over his dead body. He crashed head first into the tree. Would it be different if he actually wore a helmet? He runs his hands through his hair. "I can't believe this. Am I really dead?"
Maka walked over to Soul, "I'm sorry Soul, but I should let you know one thing."
"What is it?"
"Do you want to live?"
He gives her a weird look. "Of course I want to live."
"Alright then, every human has exactly one hour to return to their body if they have the will to continue to live. An ambulance is on the way. As they try to revive you, you lay onto your dead body. Then you will come back to life. Understand?"
Soul nods, "I can do that. Ah, how long has it been?"
"Don't worry, it's only been ten minutes, you have plenty of time to come back."
He sighs in relief sitting down. "This is what I get for being reckless." He looks up at Maka, "I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
Soul runs his hands through the grass, pulling some out. "If you were not here, I would be so lost. To know that you were telling the truth about being able to see the dead. I'm sorry."
Maka squats in front of him, "Don't be, it's not an easy thing to believe in."
"But people bully you, hurt you. I-I bullied you and yet you're saving me."
"Mmm, the paramedics are going to save you, not me." She gives him a smile. "Besides this is part of my fault. I continue to walk across even though the hand appeared all because there were no cars."
"My fault too, I ran a red light."
Maka looks over to Soul's dead body, she hopes when he comes back to life, nothing serious happens to his body. The ambulance pulls up, them rushing out, grabbing Soul and putting him on the stretcher. Soul looks at Maka, "Are you coming?"
She nods, getting up, "I'm his friend; can I come too?"
The paramedics nod at her, she smiles and jumps in. "Come on Soul, you can do it."
Soul gets on top of his body, "This is so weird, eh." Maka shakes her head at him, "Come on!"
The paramedics stare at her funny, she blushes. Soul finally lies down onto his body. He sinks in. The heart monitor coming to life. Maka sighs in relief. She could only hope that he has no memory of dying.
Maka watches Soul's parents rush by her, into his hospital room. His surgery was a success. He has a broken neck, shoulder, and a concussion. The doctors shocked that he was alive. She walks out of the hospital, happy to know he was going to be okay.
Soul was in the hospital for two months, she didn't dare go visit him though. She was relieve to know that no one knew she was at fault for causing Soul to crash, she's pretty sure her class would murder her. Soul's friends would hurry to leave school just to go visit him. The first two weeks everyone was silent, walking around like zombies. No one even bullied her.
The school rejoiced hearing that Soul will be returning to school, then everything can go back to normal. She wonders if he was going to bully her again. She decided she was going to pay him a visit, just to see if he remembered.
….
"Oh Soul, you're healing so fast!"
Soul smiles at his mother, "I know I'm pretty lucky. Sorry that I can't perform any time soon."
His mother waves her hand, "Oh do not worry about that, no way can you play with a broken shoulder. And we must wait for your concussion to go away."
"Your mother is right son, you are going to have to do physical therapy as well. Better to take a year off."
Soul was so happy to hear that he didn't have to play his stupid piano for a whole year. Was it wrong for him to be happy that he got hurt? Then again, he did almost die. But that didn't matter anymore, he was getting better and going back to school next week.
Soul's parents leave the room to go get food, Wes, Soul's older brother walks in. "Hey!"
Soul looks over towards his brother, "Yo, you're done practice early."
"That's because you are more important, now thank me for convincing mom and dad to give you a break from piano."
Soul laughs, "I was surprised when they said that, but thank you. I was worried."
Wes walks over to the window and opens the blinds. "It's such a nice day out, do you want to walk around and get out of this room?"
Soul looks out the window, "Oh that boy is there again."
Wes looks around, all he saw was two nurses pushing around patients. "Oh the boy in the wheelchair?"
"Huh, no, the one just standing around in the middle of the yard."
Wes shakes his head, he could never find the boy Soul was talking about. "Sorry Soul, I can't find him."
Hmm, he must be looking at the nurses again, Soul thinks to himself.
"Well, I'm going to go find your nurse, to see if I'm allowed to take you outside."
"Okay, cool." Soul watched Wes walk out of the room, Soul looks back out the window, why was that little boy always by himself? He then hears a knock, he turns around to see Maka entering the room.
"Uh, hi Soul."
"Maka?"
She looks down at her feet, "Um, I came to see how you were doing, the school is excited for you to come back." She walks over to him, handing him over flowers she hid behind her back. Soul takes them, "I honestly believe that you would be here every day apologizing to me on what happened."
"Sorry, I was too scared, I couldn't take the chance being seen by our classmates. I don't want them to know I was the reason why you got hurt."
"Still my fault too, but thanks to you, I'm not dead." He says placing the flowers on the table.
Maka's head shoots up, "You remember dying?"
"Yeah?"
"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't."
"Why?"
"Because it can scar people."
Soul looks back out the window, "I guess, I do have nightmares sometimes about it, even one when you died." Soul admits. Maka feels blush rising in her cheeks. Why was she blushing at that?
"I wonder why that little boy always stands in the middle of the yard. He literally does this every day! For hours too!"
Maka looks out the window, she sees a ghost boy, and two nurses pushing around their patients, then two other little boys running around with a ball.
"Which little one?"
"The one standing by himself."
"Oh, the ghost boy."
"I guess you can call him a ghost. Pretty creepy that he does that."
Maka stops and realizes what Soul said. "Whoa wait a minute, Soul, you see that boy?"
Soul looks at her, "Uh yea?"
"Oh my god. Oh my god no." Maka backs away into the wall, looking at him shock.
Soul gives her a weird look, "Are you okay, do I need to call a nurse?"
"Soul…"
"What?"
"You can see ghosts?"
"Huh? No, only you can."
"Have you pointed out that little boy to anyone else?"
"Sure, lots of times, but for some reason no one could find him but you."
"Soul…that's a ghost."
Soul's eyes widen in realization. It made sense, no one could ever find the boy he was talking about, but Maka could. Oh no. Oh my god. Soul thinks in panic, he sits down on his bed.
"Why, why can I see ghosts?"
Maka shakes her head, "I don't know, when people come back to life, sometimes they are given a gift."
"But I don't want this gift! I'm not good at helping people, let alone a dead one!" He stands up, "Maybe it will go away right? If I pretend, it will eventually go away…right?"
Maka bites her lips, she wasn't sure. She never met anyone that this has happen too, she has only heard stories from her mother.
"Don't worry, just ignore them, then they won't come to you."
"How the hell am I supposed to tell the difference?"
"Ghosts have glowing aura around them. When they are good, it's blue, when bad, it's red."
Soul gets up from his bed and looks back out the window, a blue aura surrounds the little boy. "Oh." He then sighs, "But I really do hope this is a dream."
Wes walks in, "Yo, Soul, the nurse said yes, sorry I took so lon- oh who are you?"
Maka blushes for being caught in Soul's room, "Oh, I'm…"
"She's my friend." Soul says finishing for her. Maka looks at him shocked, he lied about them being friends.
"Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Soul's older brother, Wes."
"I'm Maka."
"How come you haven't visit before?"
"Huh? Ohh, uh, I didn't want to be a bother."
"Oh you're not a bother one bit, right Soul?"
"Uh right."
Wes smiles, "Do you want to join us for a walk; Soul needs some fresh air."
"…sure," Maka says. Wes pulls in the wheelchair, Soul glares at it, "I can walk."
"Nope, they said you have to be in a wheelchair."
Soul groans while he sits down. They head down to the trail that surrounds the yard. Wes smiles as he breathes in the fresh air. "AH, such a nice day!"
"You are always too happy."
"Of course I am, what's wrong with enjoying life?"
"That's messed up to say in a hospital Wes." Wes blushes, his brother had a point. He looks over at Maka, she walked with her head down. He stops pushing Soul, "Would you guys like some water? It's kind of hot out."
Maka shakes her head, "No, I'm fine." Soul ignores Maka, "Sure, Maka will take one too."
Wes smiles, "I'll be right back!" He then takes off back into the hospital. Maka takes Soul, pushing him to the bench, she sits down.
Soul looks over at the little ghost boy, the boy staring back, Soul quickly adverting his eyes. "I think he noticed that I can see him."
Maka looks over to the little boy, she smiles at him. The boy responds shock. She gets up and walks over to him. "Hi, do you want to play with me and my…friend?"
The boy smiles at her and nods. Maka grabs his hand leading him to the bench. The boy sits down next to Maka.
"I'm Maka, and this is my friend Soul. What's your name?"
The boy plays with his gown, "Joey."
Soul looks at Joey, dark clouds started to surround them. His blue aura slowly fading. Maka ignores the darkness.
"So Joey, what are you doing here?"
"I was in a car accident and now I'm in a coma, but when I woke up Mommy and Daddy kept crying, then I saw myself still sleeping."
"Ah," Maka says nodding, "Don't worry, I can help you, how about you show me your room."
Joey stands up, "Um okay."
"So the kid is not dead?" Soul asks confuse. Maka pushes Soul as she follows Joey back inside, "He's close to it, which is why he can walk around as a ghost. If he doesn't go back into his body though he will die. You said he's been doing this for weeks so I'm hoping I'm not too late."
Maka stops walking and looks back outside, dark figures start to show. "I won't let you win." Soul turns a little, "What are you mumbling about? Let who win?"
"Don't worry about it."
They reach Joey's room, Maka opens the door to see Joey's parents crying; they look at Maka and Soul, shocked.
"Who are you?" Joey's mother asks.
"I'm here to see Joey."
Joey's parents give Maka a funny look, "Do we know you?"
"No, but I'm here to help." Maka looks at Joey, "I want you to lay onto your body. If you want to continue to live and be with your parents you should wake up. Will you give it a try?"
Joey nods at her. Soul looks over to the kids parents, they give Maka a confused look but she ignores it. Soul then watches Joey get onto his bed and lay on top of his self like he did. Joey then sinks in. A few minutes pass, Joey's parents hold their breaths. Maka grips her skirt, waiting.
Joey then opens his eyes. His parents gasp, jumping up. "How, how did you do that?" His parents ask.
"I can see ghosts." Maka smiles at them, "I saw Joey wondering around, when he told me he was in a coma, I was relived. Knowing that he was still technically alive."
"Oh thank you so much, we were starting to lose hope. The doctors kept telling us it would be better to pull the plug."
Soul watches in amazement, Joey was happily sitting in his father's lap as his mom talked to Maka. So this is what Maka has been doing since she was a kid? Helping people, families get a second chance. Maybe seeing ghosts wouldn't be so bad?
They bid their goodbyes and leave Joey's room, Maka pushes Soul back into his room. Wes comes running down the hall.
"SOULLLL, WHERE HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN?!"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Wes. It was my fault." Maka starts to say.
"Maka saved a kids life." Soul interrupts.
Wes looks at Maka shocked, "Huh? How?"
"Oh, um…"
Soul cuts in, "She found him wondering and quickly got him back to his room, giving him medicine."
"Wow, Maka. And here I was mad that you wondered away with Soul. I'm sorry."
"Ah, no, I'm sorry too."
They go back into Soul's room. Soul lies down on the bed. "Man, I'm tired."
Wes stretches, "Me too, I'm going to go see where mom and dad are, they been gone for an hour."
Soul nods, "Sure."
Maka watches Wes leave, she plays with her skirt. "Maka."
She looks up at Soul, "Uh, yes?"
Soul sits up looking out the window, "What were those dark clouds surrounding Joey?"
Maka looks down, not sure if she should tell Soul. "Those dark clouds are demons. They like to take lost souls and have them join the dark side."
"What happens when they join?"
"It gets pretty scary, actually. Demons can hurt humans. It's really hard to convince a demon to cross over that I gave up on it."
"You gave up?" Soul questions shocked, Maka nods, "I have gotten hurt in the past. So now I just focus on helping as much ghosts as I can. Some are little harder than others."
"Like that Jon ghost?" Soul asks.
Maka laughs, "Yes, but some ghosts don't want to cross over and are perfectly happy. I don't have to worry about the darkness getting to them."
Soul lies down, looking up at the ceiling. He was worried, a conflicted feeling. Will seeing ghosts be a good or a bad thing? Maka sits at the end of his bed, "Don't worry Soul, you will get used to it. I promise!"
A trouble feeling sinks into his stomach, he sighs looking at Maka. He could only give her a little smile.
So did you guys like Chapter 2?
I honestly cannot remember where my 2013 self was going with this story. But not to worry. I have a new idea for this story.
I will be updating a new chapter every week. I don't want the same thing like with Wanted...honestly over a year when Lost Voice was done in like 4 months.
I just hope this story get more attention. It's kind of back firing on me...
ANYWAY! See you guys next week!
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND IF YOU DON'T CELEBRATE THAT THAN...HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO WHAT EVER IT IS ;D
