JATP: When Ghosts Sing

Chapter 20

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I really wanted to put it out in May because that's when the first chapter was published and this month marks the one year anniversary of this book. I also procrastinated writing this chapter a lot. It's very long and very emotional so get comfortable and if you need them, grab some tissues. I put a lot of hard work into this and hope you enjoy the chapter.
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Eliza's POV

Present Day

I just barely wake up, feeling worse than ever. I quickly get up, the all too familiar feeling of vomit rushing to my mouth. I almost don't make it to the bathroom when I start throwing up. After what feels like forever, I finally stop vomiting and stand up to look at my reflection in the mirror. I look terrible. My skin is this weird bluish color and I have deep bags under my eyes from lack of sleep even though I've been getting full nights; probably a lot more than that. I feel overly winded and can't seem to catch my breath. I move out of the bathroom, not bothering to flush the toilet containing my throw up, and go sit on the couch. I lean my head on the back of it as I drift off to sleep, losing all feeling in my body.

About a half hour later, I wake up ice-cold. I quickly grab a blanket and check the temperature to see that it's 75 degrees. I cuddle back up on the couch as I feel myself drift off again and my body feels like it's about to go into shock. This is gonna be a rough day. I hear a knock on. my door a little while later, but don't have the energy to get up.

"Come in." I call out weakly, too exhausted to pray it isn't Reggie. He poofs in and sees me in my condition, tears welling up in our eyes. I guess there's no hiding it now.

"Reginald, you shouldn't be here." I say weakly, trying to sound as strong as I can. I force myself upright and try to stand up, but my legs are too weak and give out, so I fall back onto the couch. How on earth am I gonna explain this to Reggie without him getting upset and denying the truth?

Reggie's POV

I decide to go see Eliza and try one more time to get her to tell me what's going on. I poof to her apartment and rapidly knock on the door, having to talk to her ASAP. But when I hear her say come in weakly instead of opening the door herself, I instantly start to worry. Ignoring the people around me, I poof into Eliza's living room, completely exposing my secret to everyone in the hallway. I see her wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, shivering violently. She's half asleep and seems to not be in control of her body.

"Eliza, what's going on? Please, talk to me." I beg through sobs I didn't even know I had. She looks at me with sad eyes, which should tell me everything I need to know, but they don't. I look at her with a concerned expression as I fall to my knees and move closer to her. I grab hold of Eliza's hand, hoping to somehow transfer some energy into her.

"I'm sorry Reggie. I never should have drank so much...I'm sorry for everything." She says, struggling to maintain her strength, tears streaking her bluish skin. I start crying, not wanting to accept what I know is about to happen. I can't let it though, I can't let her leave me. It's not fair. Not when I just got her back.

"Eliza, please! Please stay with me! I'll take you to a hospital, just hang on!" I say, trying to form a plan in my head, even though I know it's hopeless. I squeeze Eliza's hand, trying to will her to live.

"Reggie, no. I want to be here...with you." She says, struggling to stay strong. I shake my head as I scrunch up my face, as if willing her to live. My face must be red and blotch, and I must look like a disaster. But then again, I probably always do when I cry this much, but I can't help it. I can't lose my sister! I won't! She has to stay!