Chapter 2: Save Me
Am I crazy? I didn't really know anymore. My sister, who was in a coma, was speaking to me and I could see her. The figure that hovered over me, however, still had the nasty gash in her head, but the purple discoloration of her skin seemed far more angelic. Much softer than before.
But either way, ghost weren't real. They aren't real. Fake. Absolutely surreal. But if they didn't exist, then why was I seeing Mon? Why wasn't she in her real body? And that is when it hit me. My sister died. It all made sense now. Her spirit was leaving her body- I didn't really consider that a ghost, by terms.
Ross, don't be sad. I'll come back
The voice in the back of my head was Monica, but her lips didn't move. Was I communicating with a ghost telepathically? Oh god- I needed some coffee, and I needed it now. I. Was. Going. Mad.
I stood up and made my way into the hallway, walking toward the caffeine dispenser that I missed so lovingly. The ghost of my beloved sister followed noiselessly behind me, flitting like all was well.
Mon, can you hear me?
I didn't say anything, but tried the same tactic as Monica had. Telepathic speaking with my nearly dead sister.
Yes Ross. I can. Throw the straw wrapper away! You can't leave something sitting there! Lean some manners, dork!
No doubt that it was Monica. She was yelling at me for accidentally missing the trash can for a straw wrapper. My good old sister, alright.
Sorry. So I see that the accident hasn't phased you too bad?
Guess not. But when I get up, you'll be in big trouble.
I was never more grateful for my sister's sense of unfunny humor than I was now. I actually let out a bit of a laugh.
Love you Mon. I miss you too.
You too, brother. But right now I have to go and see Chandler.
Her lithe little body disappeared instantly. No stereotypical dissolving or anything. Just Poof. Gone.
"Love you." I whispered again. I couldn't wait to tell her again. I hoped that she was right- it would only be a matter of time before I could.