Dead & Forgotten

Ch. 14

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Call me paranoid all you want, and I knew trouble when I saw it, so I should be extra cautious of Rachel Fuller-Lang. As if I hadn't gone through worse before, this was definitely the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. Questions kept forming in my head: When would she strike next? What were her motives? Why did she choose to go after me? Why not anybody else? But of course, there were no answers. My life was going to be in grave danger, and I just knew it. I wanted someone to help me, but I had a feeling they would laugh at me and think I am mentally insane.

Then I started laughing at myself. I was foolish for thinking that Rachel Lang would really try to ruin my life. What was I even afraid of? She didn't even exist anymore; she's only a spirit! And at least I was able to gather every single piece of information about the truth from her, and the book. Mom and Dad were such liars. By not telling me anything, they've lied to me the whole time. They had been sucked into the Hollywood dimension, and to me, that was a curse.

When I returned to my room, I saw that Donna was still asleep, but I still wanted to tell her what I've found out so far. I patted her gently to wake her up. "Donna, it's me," I whispered.

"What is it?" she mumbled sleepily.

"I have something to tell you," I said.

She yawned, groaned and rubbed her eyes as she got up. "You're up already?" she said to me. "How is that possible? Were you not able to sleep at all last night?"

"Well, thanks for stating the obvious," I said sarcastically.

"I know, I know," she grunted. "It's because of our slumber party, huh?"

"No, not that! I enjoyed our Movie Night. It's just—-well, I discovered something really surprising and frightening."

"Rachel Lang frightening?" she guessed, and she was correct. "All right, all right, how bad is it? On a scale of one to ten?"

"On a scale of one to ten, that would be a fifteen," I said. "Yes, it's that surprising and frightening." I took a deep breath as Donna sat up on the bed, eager to listen to what I must say. "Rachel Lang was my sister."

"What?" she said, a little confused. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm joking about a dead girl being related to me," I said sarcastically, and I think she got the hint. "I found it in a book, and it says she was related to me. She's just....adopted."

"So, she wasn't your sister?"

"I know she was. And I think I know how she died—-in a fatal drowning incident."

"No way." Donna was surprised.

"That's what the book says," I said with a shrug. "It doesn't say whether she'd gone missing or not."

"Well, we hadn't heard from her that week when she went missing," said Donna.

"You think she might've gone missing?" I asked.

"Well, either that or she must've magically vanished into thin air, never to be seen again."

"I'm going with the second one," I said sarcastically.

"Get serious, Cass. After all, you're the one who said you can actually see her."

"I'm actually the only one who is able to physically see her," I said, correcting her. "You can't. Nobody else can."

"Well, that's just great. So, how does it feel to find out for the first time that you're actually an only child?"

"Nothing like feeling that you've been lied to." She knew I was being sarcastic. Deep down, it hurt. It really did. Now I had an invisible spirit out to get me and totally destroy my life.