ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ,
ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʙʟᴇ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ, ᴏʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ! ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ! ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ, ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 80ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄᴏᴜᴛꜱ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜʟ. ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇ'ᴇɴ; ᴀ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ.
ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ... ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴄɪʟ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇ.
- ʜᴀɴɴᴀ ᴜʀɪꜱ
"Hanna? Oh, I knew I'd find you in here," It's Cap. He's holding his stick under his armpit, as usual. You see, over the past few years, Cap has become quite like a father figure to me. I wouldn't go as far as to say he's filled the void of Havers.
"Yes? Sorry, I'm quite busy?" I hope he doesn't notice that I'm not.
"No, no you're not. Come on, they're about to start archery outside!" Cap seems excited about this particular event. Not sure why that is; he hates archery.
"That's nice? Listen I'm not in the-" I find myself choking again. This usually happens when I'm angry, upset or just not all there.
"Oh, good lord," Cap rushes over to me and puts his hand on my back as I struggle to get my pace back. My lips again turn blue and I start to get water dripping from my nose and mouth.
"S- sorry," I struggle to apologise in-between coughs, spurts and chokes. He raises his eyebrows sympathetically as the water drips from my face and disappears into thin air.
"Hanna, don't apologise. Are you alright now?"
"Yes I'm fine. Let's just go outside," My lips remain blue and when I make it outside, Thomas spots me. Oh great...
"Hanna! My love," See, what I forgot to say is for the past few years, Thomas has liked me. A lot. It creeps me out. I don't want to be around him when he's like this. Whenever he sees my blue lips, he knows something's wrong.
"Good morning patrol!" Pat shouts at his young scouts as they repeat it back to him. "Today we're doing activity 'a' and 'a' is for? Archery!" I giggle at this slightly as I sit down on one of the hay targets next to Kitty. "Let's get right into it! but before we do, I need to run through some do's and don'ts" He hands the arrows to a boy named Frank and asks him to pass them down. He goes to the other end of the row of young boys and gives the bow to a lad called Alexander.
"Good chap" I hear Cap say from a few yards away from me.
"It may help some of you to know that most accidents happen after the arrow has hit the target," He turns around and points over to where I'm sat. "Boys can easily trip up if they're running round the range so safety rule number one is no-"
There was a moment of silence before I'd realised what had happened. An arrow had been fired right through Pat's neck. He lifts his hands up to feel the arrow and sees that it's gone through his neck.
"It's gone clean through that; clean though. Alright I'm panicking now, I'm panicking!" He struggles to get the keys out of his pocket. "Who can drive? alright I'm being silly now," He starts walking towards the bus with the keys in his hands shaking as he does so. "Somebody call Carol, you've gotta go to a forest next week," He starts muttering utter nonsense as Kitty rushes inside the house to get away from the scene.
"Cap, he's not actually going to try and drive that thing is he?" Cap looks at me then looks at Pat who is now trying to snap part of the arrow so he can get into the bus.
"Yes, Hanna, I imagine he is," I gulp and walk over to the bus that he's now started. I get on it as it starts to drive off. I hear Pat mumbling something under his breath as I get closer.
"Please god let me live... Please god let me live...." But before he could carry on, the bus collided with a tree and he was knocked unconscious. There was a light glow and suddenly, there were two Pats. Or more so... a body and a ghost?
"Welcome to the afterlife, Pat"
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The End Gets Better - BBC Ghosts
FanfictionAs the war comes to an end it leaves devastation to Hanna's religion, the Jews. As she is killed German soldiers in 1943 she learns that not all stories have a happy ending. For it is after the story ends... that holds hope for her... Ghosts Fanfic...
