Craving

(Chapter 5)

Chapter 5

I honestly can't remember the last time I had watched television. I remember watching it with Delilah, laughing at all the ugly people on commercials, Dad would tell us to stop making fun of them. That hadn't worked. Our favorite show had been American Idol, I loved the auditions, and I loved the fact that Simon had that awesome British accent. Delilah would belt out lyrics to songs, and try and make me sing along, I never did.

I began flipping through the channels, all of which seemed to look boring. I finally stopped on one channel and managed a smile, American Idol was playing older episodes. This one was the one where David Cook won. I had wanted David Cook to win, and of course Delilah wanted David Archuleta to win. I had one that battle, I smiled at the distant memory.

The door bell suddenly rang, making me jump. "I got it!" Aunt Hope called from in the kitchen. A minute later she came over to me. "You have a visitor," she smiled. My heart lurched, Tristan?!

"Raven!" a country accent called. Arabella came in smiling. "You look gorgeous darling!"

"Hi," I said.

"Is that alright that I came over?"

"Yeah, yeah its fine! Of course it is, wanna watch some American Idol?"

She plopped down on the couch next to me, "Oh I love this show!"

"You do?" I asked stunned.

"Yes," she replied, startled from my surprised voice.

"Sorry, I just-Delilah used to love this show."

She nodded, "I understand, so do ya'll still see spirits?"

"All the time," I whispered.

"Well I may know a person who could help ya."

"Sorry but I don't want to see a therapist, you can leave-"

"Not a therapist, a psychic."

"A psychic? Aren't those just future seers?"

"Not this one," we were both whispering now, sounding as if we were in deep conversation. We were in deep conversation, blocking out David Archuleta's singing and Simon Cowell's critic, which was very hard to do.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my body shaking.

"I mean, she can see ghosts too, at her will. She can teach ya too, her name is Rue, Rue Johnson. I can take ya there if you want."

"How do you know about her?"

She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, "I used to see my mom, she scared me and Rue helped me control it."

"Oh, okay.... I-I want to see her."

"Today?"

"No, later next week-I was going to go to dinner with Aunt Hope tomorrow and I want to rest after....yesterday."

"I agree, do ya still have the wrap on your back."

"Yeah-it's not as bad anymore though."

"Oh okay, good, I have to go, I'll call ya later, okay?"

"Okay," I smiled, "Thanks for coming."

"No problem girly."

As Arabella shut the door, I sighed, and before I knew it I fell into a deep slumber.

"Arabella!" I snarled at her. "Don't call me that again."

"What a bitch?" she smirked.

I felt my claws begin to extend and an evil smile came over me. "Precisely that."