Befriended a ghost

Meaning of D2

                   Sasha Alfredo

     After school hours, I bade Racheal and Cory bye and  headed to the taxi station with ghostie .
       "I can see you have finally made new friends". ghostie observed.
  "So". I smirked. "What about it? Are you jealous?"
"Kind of". She pouted  and I was forced to chuckle.
"But I don't like that Racheal, she is too bossy". she quickly added .
   "Me too , I don't like her either"
She continued. "why then are you friends with her?"
"Erm .... well!". I shrugged. "let me just say it is because of you".
"Me". she repeated , staring at me in surprise.
"Yes". I nodded slowly. "the whole class seems to know you , but no one is willing to talk. So you see if I get to be her friend, she might tell me what she knows about you". I explained.
"Thanks Sasha". She grinned widely and I smiled.

      We soon got to the taxi station and  I flagged down a taxi.
"We will see at home". ghostie whispered and I nodded without looking at her.
  Opening the car door, I climbed into the passenger's seat.
"harmony block". I told the driver and he nodded, driving off.
I leaned on the rear seat and my mind drifted off to the last conversation I had with Jayden.
He bluntly told me our relationship would be over once I leave the town and he is sure acting on his words, he hasn't called nor messaged me since yesterday.
What should I do? I guess I should just call him first.

The car skidded to a stop in front of a beautiful house
Is this really my home?
The walls were painted brown , unlike the faded blue of yesterday.
I paid the driver and slid my legs out one by one, staring in awe at the men who were still painting the upper part of the building as I walked up  to the front push.
I never knew the "ancient" building could be as beautiful as this"
The door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open and walked in and  met my mum and Kamara seated in the beautiful sitting room.
Oh God! ! Is this for real? I looked around, the whole house looked completely different.
"I hope you like what you see?"My mum asked
"Sure mom". I beamed happily. "it is really really very nice"
She smiled . "I am glad you like it, you should go check out your room"
"My room". I repeated . "What happened to my room?" I looked at her and then at Kamara .
"Go check it out yourself dummy". Kamara scoffed.
"Spoilt brat". I glared at her and ran up the stairs to my room.

Entering , my Jaws dropped . My room was different, I was completely blown away.
The cracked walls had been fixed and the walls painted , also there was a new wardrobe and a fancy reading table in the room.
"This is so nice". I danced to the wardrobe and opened it ,my clothes neatly arranged in it.
Thanks mum. I muttered.
Smiling , I tossed my backpack on the bed , kicked of my shoes and made to pull off my cloth when ghostie came in through the walls.
      My eyes grew wide in surprise. "how
how did you do that?"
She smirked . "have you forgotten I am a ghost?"her gaze wandered around the room.
"Wow! Your room is beautiful". She remarked and began running around excitedly.
I stared at her in surprise , a glint of humour plastered on my face.
"Wait! wait! are you sure you are eighteen years old?" I literally screamed and she stopped in her track.
"Why did you ask?"
"Isn't it obvious, you behave like a little kid"
She frowned . "If I am a little kid, then what are you?"
"Calm down D2". I chuckled softly. "I didn't mean it that way". I said , trying to calm her down.
"D2". She gave me a stern look. "why did you call me that?"
  "Are you dumb?" I retorted. "Didn't you hear Declan response when I asked him about you?"
"I heard , but I did not fully understand what he meant . can you please explain better to me?"She begged.
"Fine". I leaned against the wall . "he said you are stupid just like her, and do you know what that means?"I asked hoping she would say yes, and was disappointed when she shook her head.
I sighed in frustration , she must be really dumb!
"It means D2 is a girl and that girl is you"
"But how can D2 be my name?" She queried. " I mean is there a name like that?"
"tsk -tsk- tsk". I clicked my tongue. "You are so naive. I never said it was your real name , it could be your alias".
"Alias name". she nodded slowly, as if thinking.  "Then what about my real name?".
"Don't worry , I will find out soon............."
"Are you done talking with yourself?"a familiar voice asked
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Kamara standing at the entrance to my room.
"erm wheeen did you geeet herrre?"I spoke, stuttering.
"Long enough to hear you talking to yourself about a D2". her stares on me were accusing.
"I was not talking to myself , I was revising for a test". I lied
She smirked. "You can tell that to dummies"
  "But why didn't you knock before coming in?". I fired at her
"It isn't my fault you left your door open". She fired back at me
   I bit my upper lips in anger . "Fine! why then are you here?"
There was no response, She just stared on at me.
"Kamara". I called and she sighed
"Are you sure you are okay? I think you need to visit a psychiatrist". She said with a concerned look.
I scoffed . "you trying to say I am insane?"
"No , I am just trying......."
"Just tell me why you are here". I barked and she hissed , eying me coldly.
"Dinner is ready . You can choose either to come down or remain in your room talking to yourself". she said sarcastically and left the room.
I clenched my fist and turned sideways to ghostie.
"I am sorry". She apologised , playing with her hands
"It is not your fault". I smiled lightly.
I pulled off my gown and hurriedly changed into an indoor outfit.
"Wait here for me". I instructed her and rushed out of the room.

Declan Davies.

I woke up with a throbbing headache and slight body pain.
Slowly, I sat up on the bed and looked around me, the pot Starch was still on the bed and the cigarettes butt littered the floor.
Shit! I ran my hands through my hair, I felt so confused and empty .
Glancing at the wall clock, it was 21:00 pm
   Damn! I slept roughly 9 hours.
I dragged myself up from the bed and walked out of the room , climbing down the stairs and met my mom seated in the dinning , drinking as usual.
"Hi mom". I greeted , but as expected, she ignored me.
I smiled lightly and walked into the kitchen to see the whole place in a mess.
This is really frustrating! I was too tired to clean up so I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottled water and a canned food and stepped out of the messy kitchen.
    I walked past my mum and made for the stairs when I heard my name
I stopped in my steps . Am I dreaming? Did mom just call me ?
"Declan". she called again and I slowly shifted to her.
"What is that in your hands?"her voice was so cold.
I looked at the bottled water and then at her .
"It is water and food ma". I answered , surprised by the question.
"Water". She stood up in a huff and moved closer to me
"What do you want to do with it?"
    What did I want to do with it ? I stared at her , clearly confused.
  "Do you want to poison yourself? Do you want to also leave me ?"she yelled
"No mother, I will never leave you"
"Liar". she screamed. "they both said the same thing"
    "No mum". I shook my head. "That is not true"
"Just go away, Just go away". She screamed , more loudly
"I will never leave you mum". I attempted to touch her but she pushed me away .
"They all left . My husband left , Daphne left so what are you waiting for? Leave me alone". she placed her hands on her head and continued screaming.
"Mother please stop". I begged , but she didn't budge.
"Daphne killed my husband, Daphne destroyed my family"
My lips quivered and a big tear ran down my face
"I gave her life , I gave her love , but look at how she repaid me. she made me.........she stopped mid sentence and broke down in tears.
I opened my mouth , about to pet her when I heard a knock on the door.
I ran to it and opened it to see her therapist.
"Please Come in". I sighed in relief and opened the door wide . "She is at it again".
     Without a word, the woman rushed to her and tried to calm my mother who was still screaming loudly; then she took a small bottle and a syringe out of her bag.
She used the needle to draw out the content inside the bottle and injected it into my mom. My mom became calm in an instant.
"I love you Declan , I love you Daphne". I heard her say before she drifted off to sleep.

Sasha Alfredo

After dinner , I bade my mum goodnight and climbed up the spiral stairs to my room. As for my dad, he was still at work.

Entering the room, I found ghostie in front of the mirror
"What are you doing ?" I asked and only then did she notice me.
    She looked at me and sighed sadly . "There is no reflection of me in the mirror".
"That is because you are a ghost". I moved closer to the bed and sat down.
   I reached for my phone which was on the head of the bed and  dialled Jayden number, but he did not pick .
I dialled it again and it was still the same .
What could be wrong? Is he mad at me? I wondered and  was about dialling it for the third time when a message popped in, it was a message from Jayden.
   I clicked on it and read it
"Stop bugging me with calls, I am with my new girl "
"No, It can't be". I thought and said aloud.
  "What is that?"ghostie asked , moving closer to me but I simply ignored her.
Tears rolled down my eyes as I read the message again...
Oh Jayden! Am I that easy to be forgotten?
"Why are you crying?"Ghostie asked
    "Nothing". I lied .
"No". she shook her head. "I am not a dummy, I know you are not happy so please tell me about it ". She insisted
"And why would I tell you?" I retorted angrily expecting her to back off , but she didn't .
"Because I am your friend". She smiled
  Friend . I stared at her for a while , contemplating if I should tell her or not and then sighed
" It is Jayden my boyfriend or should I say ex"
    "Okay". she nodded , urging me to continue.
"He replaced me so easily". I blurted out , more tears rolled down my eyes.
"Is that why you are crying? she scoffed . "I mean why waste your tears on a jerk like him?"
"Jerk". I sniffed
  "Yes, guys who treats ladies like trash are jerk"
"Oh". I exclaimed softly , not knowing what else to say.
"So who is the little kid now?" She teased and I was forced to laugh.
She continued. "So forget him and date someone better".
"Better. And where will I see someone better?" I frowned as I deleted the stupid message and the jerk number off my phone.
She smiled mischievously. "What of Declan?"
"hell no! he is so rude"
"That is because you don't know him". She defended and I smirked.
"You are talking as if you know him better than I do , he is my class mate remember?"
"Oh". She nodded slowly and I smiled.
    Speaking of Declan made me remember something I noticed in class, Ghostie and Declan have the same eye colour.

Declan Davies

After tucking my mum up in her bed , I made for my room.
I didn't know what I could have done if her therapist had not shown up on time .
She left after assuring me that mum would be a bit better when she wakes and I sincerely hope so.

Entering my room , I hid the pot starch underneath the bed and dusted the bed ; then I sat down and was about to pull off my shirt when my phone rang.
I reached for it to check out the caller and notice it was Racheal.
Why is she calling? I scoffed and banged the call.
But as expected , she called again and this time around I received it on the second ring .
"Hi Declan". she greeted first.
"What do you want?"I asked coldly
   "Erm ". she chuckled nervously. "I just wanted to check up on you"
   "Thanks, I am alright"
"And also I ........:
"Good night Racheal". I bade and ended the phone call.
I was no mood to talk to anyone!
  I finally pulled off my shirt and reached for the packet of cigarettes on the table ,but it was empty.
    Jeez! Did I smoke it all.
I stood up then and ambled to my reading table .
Opening the drawer , a shiny object hidden at the corner caught my attention.
I took it out and smiled lightly, It was a golden chain with the letter D inscripted on it .
A birthday gift from my late dad which he made specially for me and Daphne , but her's had a D2 inscription on it.... I guess it is the initials of her full name (Daphne Davies)

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TBC