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Mystic Moon : Chapter 5

When we arrived at the island, the boat docked. It kind off jerked while docking so I got a fright and screamed and Vaughn fell out of the bed. He groaned and rubbed his back before sitting back up on the bed. He put on his boots and stared into space for awhile.

"How did you sleep? Thanks for letting me cuddle into you, every since my death, boats scare me. Well, I've only been on two since my death but they still scare me."

Ignoring me completly, Vaughn walked out of the door and locked it behind me. I let out a small sigh. I really wished someone would answer me back. It's lonely being invisible.

Outside, Vaughn had grabbed his suitcase and met up with John. I floated over to them.

"So, these are the islands?" John asked.

Vaughn nodded. "Yeah. Over there is the graveyard, hotel, cafe, some mansion and the farm is off there. I have to drop into Mirabelle's before we head over. You can go ahead if you like."

John shook his head. "Nah, I'll come with you. I haven't seen Julia since we were kids!"

Vaughn just nodded and walked off, with me following him. John walked behind us. When we finally reached the animal shop, Vaughn just walked in. I flew through the wall. John walked in hesitantly.

Julia was curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. She was munching on a chocolate bar. Vaughn walked over to her and have her a small hug.

"You know, if you eat to much, you'll get fat."

Julia just smiled weakly. I guess she was still depressed. Mirabelle came out from the storage room. She saw Vaughn and gave him a big hug.

"Vaughn. Welcome back..."

I could see Vaughn giving her a half-smile. The small scene made me want to cry. Vaughn clearly had a lot of respect for her. I did too. Mirabelle is a wonderful woman.

"Mirabelle, I'm just dropping off my suitcase. I'm bringing the soliciter over to Chel- er, the farmer's old farm."

Mirabelle smile at him and turned to John. She looked at his face for a long time before gasping. "John? John Wills, is that really you?"

John laughed and gave her a hug. Mirabelle let out a hearty laugh too. "I haven't seen you since you were 8! Julia! You remember John right?"

Julia smiled weakly and walked over to him. She gave him a hug too. "Sorry you have to see me like this. Chels was my best friend and-" Tears began welling up in her eyes.

John wiped them away with his thumbs. He gave her a comforting smile and then turned to Vaughn.

"Well, come on. We need to get down to this farm."

Vaughn nodded and they both left. I followed, walking up the road that was all too familiar to me. We crossed the bridge that I had crossed everyday. And, finally, we came to the ranch that I had put my time and life into. Tears started spilling down my face. I remember thinking about harvesting my first batch of strawberries when I got onto that damn boat. I wonder how my animals were doing? How were my crops? I never knew how much this place meant to me until now. And now I would never touch another crop ever again. I would never brush my animals again. I wouldn't see my new calf. My cow had been pregnant, you know. I wanted my life back again...

I was so caught up in crying and memories that I hadn't noticed Mark. He was tilling the fields and harvesting the strawberries I should have harvested. I wonder did he know how much they meant to me? Clearly not because he just flung them into the basket with absolutly no care.

Mark finally noticed Vaughn and John at the entrance. He walked over to them and smiled.

"Hi! I'm Mark, the owner of this ranch!"

Vaughn glared at him and John shook his hand.

"Hey, I'm John. I'm a soliciter. I'm here to see if Ms. Willows left a will and organise everything accordingly."

Fear flashed across Mark's eyes. "What? I was under the impression that I was the new owner. I was Chelsea's apprentice, after all."

Vaughn glared at him. He wasn't going to be as nice or formal as John. "Listen here. I don't know you but I don't like you. We're going to find Chelsea's will and if she leaves it to you, so be it. If she doesn't, there you go. Why are you so worried?"

Mark glared back at Vaughn. "How dare you speak her name! You didn't even know her! In fact, I heard she died while collecting you from the city! You're kinda to blame for all this!"

Vaughn scowled. "You think I don't know that..." he whispered. The look in his eyes broke my heart. It was a look of sadness and guilt. It wasn't his fault! Vaughn did nothing! I shot a glare at Mark and jumped at him. But, of course, I went through him.

John stepped between the two men. "Well, that was awkward. Come on, let's get this over with."

He walked towards the house with Mark behind him, still protesting about this whole thing. Vaughn looked up at the house with that same guilty look in his face. It was killing me (Well, not really cause I'm already dead). He finally sighed and walked towards the house.

Vaughn

I slowly walked towards the house. I didn't want to go in. I had killed her, I didn't deserve to go into her house. There was an aching pain in my chest. I didn't even know her but that was my fault. If I hadn't decided to come over then...

I opened the door and looked around. It was very neat. There was a bed in the corner with a nightstand beside it. On the nightstand was a picture. I picked it up and smiled faintly.

The picture was of Julia, Natalie, Lanna, Lily, Sabrina and a girl I didn't know. She was very pretty. She had long chestnut hair underneath a red bandana. She had these big blue eyes that were twinkling in the sun. She was being hugged by Julia and Lanna, with Natalie giving her bunny ears, Lily laughing and Sabrina placing her head on this girl's shoulder.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she?"

I jumped and turned. Mark was smiling fondly and the photo. I pointed to the smiling girl with the brown hair. "Is that Chelsea?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah."

I looked back down at the picture. The more I stared at her face, the guiltier I felt. I had killed this girl. This smiling, beautiful, young girl. I put the picture down quickly. I couldn't bare to look at her anymore.

I turned around to see John, still searching. Mark was carefully looking over his shoulder. I didn't trust this guy. Why was he so worried? He almost fainted when John said he was going to search for a will.

I decided to leave. I didn't feel comfortable in her home and they didn't need me anyway. I left quietly. The moment I was out of the house, I left the ranch. I wouldn't be able to feel safe until I was far away. And the only place I could go? It was where the only person I could talk to lay. At the graveyard.

Chelsea

Vaughn had left so abruptly. He had been looking at the picture I had beside my bed. I wonder what he thought of me. Did he think I was pretty? Ugly? Did he feel upset? Or did he not care? I don't know.

Vaughn speed-walked through the town and off towards Sprout Island. I had a fair idea of where he was going but I didn't think it true till we arrived. The graveyard.

He walked through the graves slowly. I wonder if he was going to? If he was going to stop at mine and tell me his problems.

He did. He stopped at my grave and sat cross-legged across from it. I flew over his head and sat in front of him and hugged my knees, waiting for him to speak. He didn't. It was hard for me to see with it being dark but... he was crying. Tears were slowly rolling down his face.

I couldn't bare it. Why was he so hard on himself?! It was not his fault! I waved my hands in front of him.

"Please, don't cry. It's not your fault. You did nothing. Vaughn... Stop, I'm going to cry too in a moment."

I crawled across the small stones until I was right in front of him. I wanted him to see me. I wanted to tell him it was alright. I wanted to hug him. I wanted him to hug me. But I couldn't do any of these things. I was an invisibled ghost, unable to show him any compassion.

He looked at me (my gravestone) with tear-stained eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, Chelsea! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to kill you!"

I had never seen this side of him. I had seen his forgiving side, his cold side and his strong-willed side. But this side was weak. He had broken down in front of me. I didn't like this side. I wanted him to be anything but weak. It made me sad.

Vaughn wiped away the few tears trickling down his face. "I-I saw your picture in your house. You were very beautiful." I blushed at his comment. His shoulders drooped and he sighed.

"I know it's my fault. It's not the first time either. I really wish I never came here. You'd stil be alive. Julia'd still be happy. I might have been able to meet you. I might have been able to see you myself."

That was enough. He had broken me. I burst into tears. I didn't even care about my farm anymore. I wanted to be alive so I'd never have seen him cry. He might have been cold, even rude but anything is better than seeing him here, crying. I wailed and wiped the tears away. Vaughn's head snapped up. A new look replaced the one he had been wearing. This one was... cautious. Suspicious. And even... scared.

"W-who's there?"

H-had he heard me? Had he heard me crying? No... he had heard me wailing. Back on the ship, he heard me screaming. He could only hear the ghostly wails, screams and moans. I covered my mouth with my hand. I didn't want to scare him. It hadn't worked. He thought someone was watching him. He stood up and brushed off his trousers. I watched him, sadly. He gave the grave on last sad look and walked off.

I know. Vaughn? Crying? But guys, he thinks he's killed Chelsea! He thinks her death is his fault! Don't tell me you wouldn't cry too! Anyways, I'll hopefully have Thunder and Lightning updated by Sunday, along with a surprise. Peace! :)