Left To Survive

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꧁ Yara ꧂

A few days later

25 May

I'd been training my newly discovered abilities for days now. Withholding Max's fist and moving hands away from each other made me too hopeful not to dream. Maybe I'd be able to open doors, touch others. That sounded so wrong, but you know what I mean. Feel again.

Being a ghost might not be so bad after all.

After a few days of training, concentrating, meditating (it helped, trust me), I was able to hold objects for longer than 5 seconds. It made me prouder than ever before. Of course not heavy objects, but small ones. My most common exercise was picking up trash and putting it in the trash bins. Two flies in one clap.

It was a Friday afternoon when Alisha came back from school. I'd been hanging around her plant conservatory all day, trying to water her plants. She'd left them all to die, and it hurt me to see how she neglected her favorite hobby. I wanted to make sure that the plants that seemed to have a little bit of hope left to live, wouldn't die.

"I'm home!" Alisha yelled when she came through the front door. "No one is home, dear," I sighed, more to myself than to her. Alisha went up to her room after taking off her jacket and shoes.

I stopped trying to fill my hands with water and floated after her.

Okay, now was my time. I needed to do it good. Alisha had left her door open. I took a deep breath and  held my hands in front of the door. Closing my eyes I concentrated. I pushed my hands forward until I could feel the hard texture of the door. Smiling, I softly pushed, without rushing, until the door closed with a click. With a proud smile on my face I opened my eyes again and looked at Lisha to see her reaction. She stared at the door with a frown, but still with a rather blank expression.

Okay then, that didn't work. Time for plan B.

I walked up to her desk. Alisha was scrolling through her phone whilst lying on her bed. I saw a blank paper lying in her desk. Again concentrating hard, I put my hand on it and slowly tuck it toward myself. I saw how Alisha suddenly startled and continued to look at the moving paper with big eyes.

I continued to grab a pencil, which was harder for me to hold for a long time. Alisha got up and kept on staring at the, for her, floating pencil.

I lost concentration and contact, and the pencil fell back on the desk. I tried to pick it back up but I could only move it a bit. Shit. I wanted to write something, why couldn't I do it now? I was doing so well... I kept on trying to pick the pencil up, but I could only move it a bit to the left and right.

After a minute, Alisha got out of shock and I saw how she pulled herself together. She was figuring something out. Please be smart, Lisha, it's me. Please be smart, come on.

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "I am either going totally crazy, or there is someone here with me." Slowly she moved forward. "There is no one home so please don't hurt me, okay? Damn I am really going crazy here, talking to nobody." She looked a bit around her room, probably trying to see another sign of life.

I moved the pencil a bit, to show her that I was still here and listening. I could see how she was slowly freaking out. I wished there was any other way to show her, maybe I should've waited? Until I was better at moving stuff...

A sparkle went up in her eyes. "Oh! You want to write something?" she came up to the desk and took another pencil, writing yes and no on the paper. She was genius. I moved the pencil, so that the tip pointed to the yes.

"Okay I'm definitely going crazy here." I moved the tip again, and it pointed to no.

Alisha stumbled back and sat down in bed, seemingly perplexed. She swallowed. "Are you dead?" Alisha softly asked, getting up again to see my answer. Yes.

"Do we know each other?" Yes.

A moment of silence.

"Yara?" she softly whispered, tears starting to build up in her eyes.

Yes.

The tears were rolling down her cheeks now, Alisha didn't seem to know what to do, she was just standing there, tears rolling down, her body shaking up.

"Get out."

What now? She couldn't-

"Please, if you are my best friend, get the fuck out, I don't want to be near you. I don't want to see any supernatural things around me, you moving stuff, being creepy and following me. Get. The fuck. OUT!" She was yelling, crying, and I didn't know what to do. She didn't know if I'd actually leave or not, and that must make it so much worse for her. But it was not like I could help her in any way.

So I left.