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Mystic Moon : Chapter 6

After that night, Vaughn had gone back home and fallen asleep. I must have watched him sleeping for ages. The image of that lost, crying boy was still engraved into my mind. But the thing that killed me (I really need to stop using this phrase) was that I had seen this side to him and I felt closer to him because of that. He would never feel close to me. I'm dead.

I sighed and slowly fell asleep. Thinking is tiring. I had a nice dream. I was alive. I had survived the boat, in fact there had never been a storm. We met Vaughn, who was slightly rude but not too bad. The dream went on like I was actually alive. Vaughn came over to deliver my animals. He complimented my farm. I harvested the strawberries. My cow had her calf. It went as far as the Firework Festival, which I attended with Vaughn. The dream ended as we walked home.

I woke up to a snoozing Vaughn beside me. I smiled at his sleeping face. "You will see me one day, Vaughn. I promise."

...

In the kitchen, Mirabelle was making pancakes. I pouted at the sight of them. I loved Mirabelle's pancakes. Why couldn't I eat? That had to be dicrimintaion against ghosts!

Julia came downstairs, still in her pajamas. She quickly ate the delicious pancakes. Vaughn only picked at his. I groaned. I would eat them for him... but I can't for obvious reasons.

Julia looked up and smiled at her mother. "Thanks Mom, they were lovely."

Mirabelle smiled back at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed them. Elliot called for you this morning. He asked were you okay and invited you to a party he and Natalie are throwing on Meadow Island. Your friends are worried about you dear."

Julia looked down at her plate. I didn't want Julia to wallow in self-pity for the rest of her life. I know she was upset but she can't throw away her whole future because of one death. She needs to be strong.

As if she heard what I had been thinking, Julia looked up and gave Mirabelle a broad smile. "I know Mom. I know I have been very upset recently but I also know that Chels wouldn't want me to wallow in self-pity for the rest of my life. I'm going to go get dressed and go visit Natalie and Elliot."

With that declaration, she stood up and walked up to her room. Mirabelle turned to Vaughn with a proud look on her face. "Julia's so brave... I don't know how she does it."

Vaughn didn't look up from his plate but he smiled slightly. "She takes after her mother. You're both very brave."

Mirabelle gave him a loving smile and walked over to him, wrapping him in a hug. Vaughn looked uncomfortable but he didn't push her away, wriggle or do anything that would make her let go of him.

"It is not your fault either, Vaughn. Don't you dare go blaming yourself," Mirabelle whispered. My breath got caught in my throat as I flashed back to last night. Vaughn must have remembered too because he suddenly looked very sad. Mirabelle pulled back and patted him on the shoulder before taking up the plates and walking into the kitchen.

"You don't have any work today. I think you should go and have a quick walk around the islands before finding out about this will business," said Mirabelle from the kitchen. Vaughn nodded and left the house, me floating behind him.

Vaughn walked around Verdure Island, taking in all of the scenery. He stood on the beach, looking out at the sea, for awhile. It seemed like he was deliberatly trying to avoid three places: Meadow Island, my farm and Sprout Island.

It was about nine when he decided to go to the hotel to see John. Vaughn was right, there was something off about the way Mark was acting. I mean, he always was a bit strange but he was a kind person. Now he was just being fishy. As I contemplated this, I hadn't noticed that Vaughn had stopped and was looking down at the ground. I looked over his shoulder to see Sabrina on the ground.

Vaughn reached a hand down and pulled her up to her feet. She looked flustered and brushed off the dust on her skirt.

"I"m ever so sorry, I wasn't-"

"No, it was my fault."

Sabrina looked up and met Vaughn's eyes. She let out a small gasp. "Oh! You're Julia's cousin! You were at the funeral!"

Vaughn nodded uncomfortable. I noticed that I was glaring at Sabrina. I shook it off quickly. She's my friend, why am I glaring at her?

Sabrina held her hand out timidly. "We never were properly introduced. My name is Sabrina."

Vaughn shook it hesitantly. "Vaughn."

I couldn't help but smirk at how uncomfortable Vaughn looked. He never looked like that when he talked to me or was around me. I had even seen him cry and-... Am I seriously fighting with Sabrina? Over Vaughn?!

Sabrina smiled and fiddled with the page of her book. "W-well, I am terribly sorry for my clumsiness. I would much like it if we could talk again without one of us ending up on the ground." She smiled sweetly and Vaughn smirked. My hands formed fists and I glared at the two of them. Vaughn was my human friend. I was his ghost buddy. Not Sabrina. I should be talking to him. Not Sabrina. I should be making him smirk. Not Sabrina.

Vaughn tipped his hat at her and walked off towards the hotel. I looked over my shoulder and stuck my tongue out at Sabrina, before freezing at her expression. She was wearing this awestruck expression before looking down at the ground and smiling. She walked off towards Meadow Island, giggling. I stood glaring at her but I was quickly pulled away and put beside Vaughn in the hotel. He wasn't wearing the same expression, thank the goddess.

Vaughn walked into a room in the hotel. John was sitting at a table, scanning over a piece of paper. He let out a loud sigh and sat back in the chair. He spun around and saw Vaughn standing at the door. He gestured to the seat in front of the desk. Vaughn sat down.

"So... The will," John began.

"Tell me there's one. Tell me we don't have to leave her- I mean, the farm in his hands," said Vaughn. He clearly did not want Mark to have the farm.

John rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "There is a will..."

"Thank the goddess!"

"But the person it was left to is deceased."

"... WHAT?!"

Even I froze. I can't remember who I left it to. Why can't I remember?! I hit my head back and forth with my fists as I racked my brain. Who did I leave it to? Why were they dead? Did I know that they were dead? Who would it be left to now?

Vaughn had stood up and slammed his hands on the table, leaning over John all while glaring and scowling at him. "What do you mean they're deceased?! Who did she leave it to? Why are they dead? Did she know they were dead? Who will it be left to now? John! Answer some of these questions!"

John held up his hands in a gesture of silence. He motioned for Vaughn to sit back down and began to explain the dilemma. "Well, according to my research, when Miss Willows was 18, she was diagnosed with a rare disease. She moved here as the air was better for her. This is why she even wrote a will at the young age of 22. She left the farm in its entirety to her younger sister, Rio Willows. But, two years ago, Rio died in an unfortunate car accident."

Tears began falling down my face. I remembered going to the doctor's and finding out that I may only live for six more years, seven if I was lucky. I had no idea Rio was... Rio was... Dead... Did this mean she was a ghost to? Who was her human friend? Could I contact her?

Vaughn let out a sigh. "What does this mean for the farm?"

John looked up at Vaughn with a look that said 'You're-Not-Going-To-Like-This'. "It has to be given to Mark."

It was like a volcano erupted in the room. Vaughn's face went red with anger. "WHAT?!"

John rested his head in his hands, like he had expected this. Vaughn was screaming at John for giving Mark the farm and yelling insults at Mark. I was terrified. Weird how John, who was sitting in the room with him, was unfazed by his outburst and I, who was a ghost and invisible, was cowering and shaking in fear.

Vaughn slammed his fists down on the table and glared at John. "How much?"

John looked up in confusion, which caused Vaughn to slam his fists down again repeatedly. "How much for the farm? I'll buy it! The whole thing! Just don't give it to Mark! That weasel's up to no good!"

Vaughn reminded me of King Kong, slamming his fists on the table and yelling at John, who still was completly unaffected by the wrath of Vaughn that was being leashed upon him.

"Vaughn, you can't just buy the farm. It has been left to him," John explained calmly.

"No, it was left to her sister! He's just picking up the slack!"

"Vaughn, unless we have a genuine reason, and legal, reason to not give Mark the farm, your yelling isn't going to get you anywhere."

Vaughn turned on his heel and walked towards the door. John clearly didn't expect this and he watched, surprised. "H-Hey, where are you going?"

Vaughn turned back to him and simply answered:

"To find evidence that Mark had something to do with Chelsea's death."