The Impact

Let's make small talk

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Chapter 11: Let's make small talk

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'We humans, have trouble admitting to ourselves that we are scared'

I lay flopped on my bed and stared straight at the ceiling. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as the fan remained still while a ghostly yet beautiful figure sat on it and talked on about the way everything in heaven was so beautiful. It didn't surprise me when I could easily predict what she was going to say. I knew it was because we were such great friends and I knew her so well.

"People tell me that you aren't real and that I'm going crazy" I said with a devilish smirk on my lips "stupid world"

'They don't know us' a voice played in my head and I took it as her reply. Obviously they don't know us. We're different than them.

'You're right and it's stupid of the world to say that you're crazy. My best friend could never be crazy'

I smiled a satisfied smile as she spoke the exact words I had imagined. Her lips though remained sealed and the voice didn't echo in the room. It just played in my head. My attention was disturbed when there was a slight knock on the door. I knew it was mom, I knew it even though she had not talked to me properly since the day at the cemetery except for occasionally trying to convince me that I'm crazy. I didn't move and just lay there. The smile still plastered on my face. After a while the door opened and my mom walks in.

'Lily' she speaks in a voice not more than whisper. I still don't move and lay there. Sam still stares down at me from the fan and I keep my eyes fixed on her as we smile at each other. Everything in the room disappears except her and the fan she is situated on. I can hear mom walking towards me but I don't bother looking at her. What if Sam goes away if I look at mom? So I don't. I can feel mom beside my bed down her eyes burning holes in my body. I can sense the worry on her face but I don't care.

"Lily!" Her voice this time is frantic and I consider acknowledging her for a split second but while my mind decided to do so my body has plans of its own.

I feel her hands violently shake me and her face that has horror written all over it is now on front of mine. I don't respond or maybe I CAN'T respond. It could be both. My smile just grows wider as I feel like my cheekbones could crack any minute but it's like the smiling isn't in my control anymore. And when it couldn't get any wider a small chuckle escapes my throat that progresses and turns into a horrifying laugh. For a minute my brain doesn't register to anything and when I stop I come face to face with my mother's scared face. She looks like someone has drained the color from her face.

'L-L-lily' she stutters.

I just shake my head and keep my mouth shut.

'I-I'M SCARED' I finally manage to whimper as she wraps me in a hug and I cry myself to sleep in the position