Liz: Omg! I meet someone called Derek!
Me: Cool. But you do know that it won't be the actual Derek from the book, right?
Liz: *pouts*
Me: Sorry, Liz.
Liz: Hmm...I'm gonna get him to read the books. *high voice* Oh Derek!
Chloe's POV.
While we drove home I told Derek and Kit everything. I told them about my dreams, mood swings and what Samuel had said. I told them about what it all meant. That the ghosts would sooner or later drive me crazy, and that I'd end up like Samuel. I told them it was already starting. The anger.
"No, no," Derek shook his head. "Anger is not a sign of insaneness. That guy was crazy, Chloe, but you, are different. Who knows what they did to you in the lab."
"B-but what about the anger?" I wiped my eyes.
"So you're angry," Derek shrugged. "Big deal. Everyone get's angry. It's about time you did too."
"B-but w-what about w-what Dr. Davidoff said?"
"You're going to listen to him?" Derek shook his head. "Chloe, this is nothing. I promise you that. You aren't going to go crazy," he took my hand. "I won't let you."
I listened to him but I couldn't silience that little part of me saying, But what if he's wrong?
I sighed and rested my head against his arm. Kit stayed quiet, taking it all in. When we got home I didn't go inside. I wanted to be alone so I told Derek I was sitting outside for abit. I sat on the grass where Derek had been yesterday, while we kissed.
I blushed even though no one was around. That kiss was hot. Heck, Derek was hot. I giggled and wiped my eyes again.
I sighed. Samuel could be right. But then Derek could be right. Samuel might just not be able to handle ghosts...Like my uncle.
My uncle was driving slightly crazy by ghosts. But...Was he like Samuel? Just couldn't handle his ghosts? Or was it a curse?
Margret was fine. She was an evil bitch, but yeah, she wasn't crazy. I sighed again. Maybe it was just nothing. So why was I angry? Well...I haven't slept, people have tried to kill me, Liz is dead, Rae isn't a true friend and I still have people to stop.
Yeah, maybe that's why I am angry.
"Hey, Chlo," I jumped. Liz was floating beside me. She sat down, and hugged her knee's to her chest. "Feeling better?"
"My cold has gone."
"Good," she smiled softly. "Can you...feel that?"
"Another ghost around?" Now that she mentioned it, my neck was stiff, goose bumps were on my arms, and my head hurt a little. "Yeah. I can feel it."
"It's not good," she whispered. "I don't know why, but it's not."
"I can feel that too," I whispered back.
"Don't summon," she said quickly. "Whatever it is, don't bring it across."
"I won't Liz," she relaxed. "I don't want to."
"Good."
We sat there and I relaxed. Liz was that kind of person. Someone who was cheerful and you could be yourself around. I loved her. I did. And I wish I could give her, her life back. We walked back into the motel room. Kit was telling everyone what happened. I avoided everyones stares at sat inbetween Simon and Derek.
"Whoa," Tori gasped. "Just whoa." She glanced my way. "You okay?"
I blinked. "Yeah."
"So...You saw my mom?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah," I looked away.
"She still a bitch?"
"Pretty much."
We both laughed lightly. I saw her eyes shine with tears but she blinked them away.
"The question is, what do we do about Davidoff?" Aunt Lauren asked bitterly.
"I have an idea," Tori grinned. "I read about it. We do a Séance and we use all our powers to banish him once and for all," Tori said smugly.
Everyone looked at me.
Uh oh. This was not going to end well.
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