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Mystic Moon : Chapter 2

My eyes opened suddenly. The room slowly came into focus. I was in a small living room on a little sofa. In front of me was a small fireplace and the fire was burning. I looked around and saw a counter behind me. I knew where I was. I was in the animal shop. So was the ship all a dream?

As I tried to get a grip on reality, I heard someone sobbing beside me. I turned my head and saw... Julia. She was cuddling into Mirabelle, her mother, sobbing and wailing. Mirabelle was also in tears. There was also a man there. I didn't reconize him. He was stroking Julia's hair and comforting her.

The man had silver hair and was wearing a funny looking cowboy outfit. I admit, I wrinkled my nose a bit at his fashion taste.

Mirabelle stopped crying to wipe away Julia's tears. "It wasn't your fault, dear. You couldn't have known this would happen."

Julia let out a wail. "But I could have saved her! If I hadn't assumed she was dead when the bunk landed on her... I could have saved her!"

The man shook his head. "That's not right Julia. Anyone would have done the same thing."

Julia looked at the man and wiped her tears away, but they were quickly replaced with new ones. "You don't understand Vaughn! I-if I had been more loyal... Chelsea wouldn't be dead!"

W-what? D-dead?! No, I'm not dead! It was a dream, a nightmare! I ran up to Julia and waved my hand in front of her face.

"No, no Jules, look! I'm alive! It's me, It's Chelsea! I'm not dead, see?" Julia didn't look at me. Something clicked in my head. "Y-you can't hear me, can you? You can't see me either, can you? Does that mean..?"

I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was crazy. But I slowly stuck out my hand and went to touch Julia. My hand touched her and then... it went right through her.

"No... No! No!" In desparation I tried to take Julia's shoulders and shake her but my hands went right through her again and again. I finally gave up and instead tried shouting at her.

"Julia! Julia it's me! Why can't you see me! Julia! JULIA!"

I gave up and tried to run away. But as soon as I reached the door, I was pulled back. I tried again and again. But each time I was pulled back beside the silver haired man. Eventually, I just sat down and cried beside Jules. Not because I was dead. Because no one could see me and I was stuck.

I must have cried for a good ten minutes. Eventually the silver haired man stood up. "I need to do some paperwork. I'll be down for dinner."

Mirabelle sniffelled and smiled weakly at him. "Okay, Vaughn. I'll call you down."

He patted Julia on the shoulder and walked up the stairs. I wanted to stay with Jules but, wouldn't you know it, I was pulled up the stairs and through the wall and beside the silver haired dude, Vaughn.

He sat down and took out a fat pile of papers. I stared at the huge pile of them as he started writing. "How do you know what you're meaant to do or start? Why are there so many numbers and letters?" I never was very intelligent.

In the end, I sat down on the air and watched him write. It got quite boring for me so I started to talk to him. It was a very one way conversation.

"So do you work in an office or something? I can't think of any other job that would have this much writing stuff. I was a farmer, but then I died. It was quite gruesome, want to hear?"

I started telling him how I died and, eventually, he finished the all the pages. He put them away neatly in a briefcase.

"Oh, are you a bit of a neat freak? Don't go to my place then, it's a mess."

Vaughn put his head in his hands and began mumbling. I leant over to hear what he was saying. I eventually noticed that he was praying. I snorted at him. "You don't seem like someone who would pray. Who you praying for?"

He, obviously, didn't answer. He blessed himself quickly and walked out of the room. I flew out after him. As he was walking out the door, he told Mirabelle that he'd be back by half six. I followed him out the door.

Vaughn walked down towards the docks, where the graveyard was. He walked over to a particular gravestone and put flowers on it. I looked over his shoulder and read the gravestone.

Chelsea Willows
1991-2013
R.I.P.

It's a really weird feeling, reading your own gravestone. There was also a small message on the flowers.

Chels,
I'm so, so, so sorry. Please forgive me.
Jules

I smiled at her message. "I forgive you Jules." I turned to Vaughn, who was looking at the flowers.

"Hey, I didn't introduce myself properly. I'm Chelsea and... I guess I'm your ghost buddy."

Vaughn walked away, back to the animal shop and I, loyally, followed.