I feel like banging my head on the desk. I want to throw myself across the room, onto the couch and kill my frustration in sleep. I would even settle for a pillow to sandwich on top of my head. But I know I can't; what we are doing is too crucial a part of the investigation to abandon.
"This is going no where fast, and you look like you just swallowed a moldy sock. We should take a break." Nolan commands steadily, leaning back onto the dated flower upholstery. Sighing and shaking my head, I slap the list we have compiled onto the coffee table. I agree wholeheartedly, I really do, but the pursuit of the truth is too important.
I let my eyes rake through the dump of papers and pencils gathered around us. With my mother working late at the office, Nolan and I had commandeered the living room. After the hectic day spent at the hospital, it's refreshing to fling my feet up and go through our collective information. With all the files we, um, gathered without permission, Nolan and I use each piece as another brick in the wall of the mystery.
Throughout the debriefing, I keep Bryan's statement close at hand. I hold tight to his words regarding how people will do anything, no matter how strange or unprecedented, for their family. Scanning through both Nolan's and Elizabeth's files, we discovered that they died within the same month. It is therefore presumable that the two are connected. What that connection could be, of course, has not revealed itself yet despite the intense review of evidence.
"I can't deal with this anymore. No matter what we try, there is nothing that links your death to your mother's. Can't you think of anything, anything that you remember to help us? It would really be awesome right now." I prompt.
"We've gone over this plenty of times, it doesn't work that way. I can't control any information or memories." his drawn face and pressed eyebrows betray the heightened amount of restraint he is using. I attempt to bring my own emotions understand.
"Right. Yeah, I get it, but all of this is just so aggravating." I sigh.
"Let's go." Nolan says and stands, reaching out for my hand. I let him take it, but insist on remaining seated until he explains.
"Where are we going?" I ask, sliding the files under the couch in case my mother comes home.
"You'll see." I badger him for more information, but he remains stone firm. Exhausted, I give in and let him lead me out the front door. The night envelopes me, wrapping tendrils of cool air over my shoulders. It is a diamond clear darkness, with a handsome crescent moon and complimenting stars. I walk a step behind Nolan, through the kind of night you observe in Hollywood stories. Despite the tiredness that clings to me, there is also a prominent feeling of invigoration that can not be ignored.
"Like this, but just watch, don't say anything. Once I'm done you can give it a go." Nolan advises. Then, with a flourish, he mounts the garbage can set beside my garage. Placing his hands to steady himself, he leaps atop the wood post fence in a single leap. Hunaching like a stalking cat, I observe as Nolan's shadowed form jumps to the lowest point of the roof. "Your turn."
"You are insane." I assert. "Nimble, and quite thoughtful, but definitely and certifiably insane." I shake my head, but it is hard to resist the beckoning fingers that Nolan is reeling me in with.
Placing my hands on the slick, chilled plastic of the garbage can, I push myself up. Swinging a leg onto the top, and then another, I mimic Nolan as I move to balance on the fence. Under the observing eyes of my best friend and the moon, I launch up onto the shingle ridge roof. I feel like a small bug, the tiniest of animals trekking up the back of a great dinosaur. Rising into the night, my companion and I journey up the spine of an animal, rising with it and each other toward the great sky.
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The Hades Test
Paranormal"My name is Adalia Kritant, and I can see, feel and communicate with ghosts." Adalia has lived her life with a curse: the ability to see and hear the dead. It has caused her to miss out on the joys of life. Friendship, happiness and love have elude...
