A/N: to all who reviewed, I am very sure that I did post chapter 2. If you still can't find it, you can go to my profile and it will be there.
Chapter three
Elizabeth's POV
I couldn't believe it. Jared has an ancestor on the titanic as well? I turn to Bruce. "Is this true?" Bruce nods. "Yes. You, Jared and another boy are going to help get Murdoch into the afterlife." He says. I nod. "Okay…" I say to him "How do you get a ghost into the afterlife?" asks Jared. "We'll talk when all three of you are here." Says Bruce. He then says goodbye and disappears. I turn to Jared. "So, I'll probably see you on Monday." I say. Jared nods. "See you, too."
Jared's POV
I walked toward our new house. I'm kind of starting to like Whitefish. I didn't have any friends back in Southampton. "Hello, Jared." Says a voice behind me. I spin around. A young man is standing behind me. "Um, Hi?" I say. "Do you know who I am?" he asks. I shrug. "No, not really." I say. "Here's a clue, Jared, I'm your great grandfather." He says. My eyes widen. "Harold Bride, Right?" I ask. The man smiles. "Right." He says. A boy stops. "Who the fuck are you talking to?" he asks, glaring at me. "None of your business." I snap back. The boys eyes narrow. "What did you say?" "I said, None of your business." The boy grabs me by the collar of my shirt and drags my face closer to his. "What did you say?" he hisses. "I said, None of your business." The boy punches me hard in the nose, causing it to bleed. "Wimp!" he says before running away. Mr. Bride kneels down and hands me a handkerchief. "Thank you, Mr. Bride." I say, pressing the handkerchief against my bloody nose. "Call me Harry. Oh, and you should talk to us telepathically." Alright. I think to him. I hope my parents believe me about the boy. When I get home my mother is sitting at the breakfast bar, reading a book. "Hi, Jared. How was school?" she asks. "Fine, Mum. I met a girl named Elizabeth who seems nice. But on the way home a boy punched me in the nose for no reason." "That's nice." She replies. I look at Harry. Mothers, I think to him. He nods in agreement. "Right." Maybe I could go to the library tomorrow…
Elizabeth's POV
I finish my homework at about 8:30 that night. I decide to read some of the texts Hailey sent me. All threats. I delete all of them. I use the internet until 9:00. When I shut down the computer, I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hello?" I squeaked. "It's me." I spin around. Bruce is standing behind me. Hi, Bruce. I think. "Hello, Elizabeth." He says. Um, Bruce, I was thinking to get to bed. Can you, like, leave the room for a few minutes? he looks embarrassed. "Alright." He says before walking through the door out of the room. I quickly change into my pajamas. As I'm rubbing my powder off of my face I notice the birthmark. It's really creepy to think about the fact that a ghost once kissed my cheek. Okay, you can come in now. I think. Bruce comes in, walking through a wall. I gasp. Please don't do that, it's creeping me out. Bruce nods. "Ok."
I get into bed. Bruce, before you go, I have a question. "alright. What is it?" Did Murdoch really kiss me on the cheek? I ask. "Yes. He certainly did. See you tomorrow." You too. Bruce disappears. I think about my birthmark a lot before drifting off to sleep.
I'm in a cage-like thing. The bars are white. I feel something rocking. I get the feeling I'm on a boat. I look at my hands. OH MY GOD. My hands are a pinkish color. And they're super tiny. I must be less than a year old. Much less. I see a familiar-looking man walking towards me. MURDOCH. For some reason this makes me cry loudly. Murdoch bends down into the crib. I see his lips getting close to my cheek his head and shoulders passing through the crib bars. When his lips touch my cheek, I see a flash of light. I'm 11 again. I appear to be under water. The wreck of titanic is looming in front of me. I see Murdoch walking toward me. "Elizabeth, I need your help. You Jared and another boy are going to try and set me free. Can you do that for me?" he says. "Yes, sir. I promise I'll try my hardest."
I shoot up in bed. It was only a dream. Bruce is sitting on the foot of my bed. "Are you all right?" he asks. I'm fine, Bruce. I just had this crazy dream. Bruce nods. "Yes, that dream. You found out you were a medium a few days ago, so your powers are still not very strong. The first time, you only have a dream about a certain ghost when you think about him, or something he did." Bruce explains to me. "You had a dream you were on a ship because you were born on a ship, which you probably already knew anyways." I nod. How do you know about the dream, anyhow? I mentally ask. Bruce smiles. "Murdoch sent it to you. He told me a few minutes before I came here. Bruce, I'm probably just going to go back to sleep, alright? I think to him. "Okay. See you." He says before disappearing.
I sit on the couch and start my DS. This should kill some time. My mother comes in. "Elizabeth, it's a nice day, and I think you should go out." She rips the DS out of my hands before I can open my mouth to protest. I go up to my room and grab my library card. I then go downstairs and out the door. I head for the library. I hope I can find some good books on the titanic. Out of the corner of my eye I see Bruce appear and walk to catch up with me. Hi Bruce. I mentally say to him. "Hello, Elizabeth." He says. "What brings you out on the weekend?" I roll my eyes. My mother dragged me outside. Said something about it being a nice day. I tell him. Bruce nodded. "The weather is quite nice." He says. When we finally get to the library, I quickly scan the shelves for good books on titanic. I'm so busy looking at the shelves that I bump into someone as I'm walking. "Sorry!" I look up. A boy is looking down at me. He extends an arm to help me up. After he helps me up, his eyes widen. "Oh! My name's Randy. Randy Brown." He says. "Elizabeth Ismay." I tell him. He seems to notice Bruce standing nearby. Bruce notices. "Randy" he says. Randy looks nervous. "Um, yeah?" he says to Bruce. I glance at him. Another medium? I mentally ask. "Yes, another medium." He replies.
Randy's POV
Elizabeth seemed surprised that I could see the guy. Really surprised. "Randy, You have the ability to see ghosts, like Elizabeth" the guy tells me. Is it me, or do Elizabeth and this guy have some resemblance? "Are you two related or something?" I ask. Elizabeth nods. " I'm her great grandfather." The guy says. Wait…she mentioned her last name was Ismay. And a guy named Bruce Ismay was on the titanic. "Is your name Bruce Ismay?" I ask the man. "Yes. I was on the titanic on its maiden voyage. That's all the information you'll need." He says. Suddenly a boy's head pops out from a row of books. "Elizabeth! Hi!" he says happily. "Hey Jared." Elizabeth says to him. A young man comes out from behind Jared. "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm Harold Bride." He says "The Harold Bride? The wireless operator on titanic?" I blurt out. Mr. Bride laughs. "Yes, The Harold Bride. On the titanic. You're related to Mrs. Brown, correct?" he says. "Yes, yes I am."
Harold Bride's POV
We were all in the library, and finally all three mediums were together. I listened into their conversation as I scanned the shelves. "What happened to your nose?" Elizabeth asks, noticing Jared's injury. "Some guy punched it, that's all." Replies Jared. "What did he look like?" asks Elizabeth. "Well…He had blond hair, Blue eyes, a black baseball cap=" "You ran into Keith?" "Who?" "Keith. Hailey's twin brother." She replies. "Hailey has a twin?!" asks Jared. "Yeah. She does." Says Randy. "Now, back to the previous subject." Says Elizabeth. "Yes, Now that all three of you know you're mediums, We should talk about something together." Says Mr. Ismay. "Yeah, and you should speak with us telepathically." I add. Good idea, Randy says telepathically. And what are we supposed to be talking about? "Well, for one thing we're thinking of sending you three down to the titanic wreck because Murdoch has been trapped down there for the past 100 years. You are going to try and set him free." I tell him.
Elizabeth's POV
So, what time are we going to set him free? asks Randy. "Tonight." Says Mr. Bride. What time tonight? "It depends." "Hey guys, I think I'll be leaving now."I say. "Okay, Bye." Says Jared. "See you." Randy says.
I glanced up in the tree. I could have sworn I saw something moving up on a branch. But it could have been a bird or something. Suddenly I'm covered in something that's moving. I look down and realize I'm covered in a bucketful of worms and maggots. "!" I scream in horror and disgust. "Hahahaha! What did I tell ya? She looks like a zombie!" Keith and three of his friends shimmy down the tree, laughing. Each of them takes a disposable camera out of their backpacks and starts to snap photos of me. "HEY!" I snatch each of their cameras from them and stomp on them, taking care to remove the film. I then knock each of them out. As I'm brushing all the maggots and worms off of me, I see a figure walking up to me. As it comes closer, I see that it's Bruce. "I saw the whole thing. They dumped worms on you from that tree." He says, pointing to the tree. Yes, they did. I mentally say. After I brush off all the maggots and worms, Bruce decides to leave. When I get to the house, I throw the film in the lake (we live in a lake house). I go inside. My mother is busy typing on her computer. "Hi mom." I say. "Hi. How was being outside?" she asks. "I went to the library. It was fine, but while I was walking home, Keith and his stupid friends dumped a bucket of worms and maggots on me." "Mm-hmm." She says. "Stupid bitch." I mutter under my breath. "ELIZABETH BRUCE ISMAY, GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS VERY MINUTE!" oh, so she can't listen to me when I'm talking about what happened, but she can listen when I insult her. I roll my eyes but walk up the stairs to my room. I flop on my bed and sigh. "You do show respect to your parents, do you." I hear a voice say sarcastically. I look up to see that it's Bruce. Bruce, When I try to talk to her about what's happening, she ignores me. When I insult her, she yells at me. So tell me, why does she not listen when I try to tell her about getting bullied, then listen when I insult her? I tell him. Bruce is silent for a minute. "Elizabeth, I felt the same way when I was about your age. My parents sent me off to Elstree, and some boys kept bullying me. My mother and father never listened to me when I complained, but punished me for disrespecting them. I got the cane for calling mother the exact same thing you called yours." He tells me. Well, I've been trying to tell my parents about this for years, but they never listen. Bruce nods. I remember his old picture. Speaking of which… I grab the picture off of my bedside table. I believe this is you. I think as I hand it to him.
Bruce Ismay's POV
Elizabeth and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking. I told her who the boys in the background of the photo are, etc. we were talking until Elizabeth had to go to dinner. Am I allowed to tell my parents that I'm a medium? She asks. "Yes," I tell her. She then says good bye and walks out the door
Elizabeth's POV
I walk downstairs and sit at my usual place at the table. As I eat, I feel sort if uncomfortable. What if my parents think I'm crazy and lock me away somewhere? I finally decide to tell them. "Mom? Dad?" I say. "yes?" my parents say. "Well… This may sound insane, But I saw the ghost of Bruce Ismay a few days ago. He told me that I was a medium." I tell them. My dad smiles. "Good one, Elizabeth. Maybe you could write a book someday." He tells me. My mom glares at him. Then she turns to me. "Elizabeth, your father and I were afraid this would happen." She says. "Um, what?" I ask. "Your father and I are mediums as well."