Haunted

Chapter 2

I FALL INTO a world so white it hurts my head. I am suddenly thrown down onto the ground. I land on my feet on gravel. I look around to see a corpse. She is wearing what I'm wearing. She has shoulder length blonde hair with midnight blue tips and is sort of short by what I can see.
I scream as I see who's corpse it is. It's mine.
"Ivy" a concerned voice says behind me.
"Who...who are you?" I manage to say but not turning around.
"Jack" the voice says. This time I spin around and find myself no more than a metre away from my boyfriend.
"Where in the world am I? Why are you here? Why can I scream and no one will notice? Is my corpse on the ground at my feet?" I say taking a large breath at the end.
"Ummm... your in your castle's garden. I'm here because I got hit by a bus. you can scream and no one will notice because you're a ghost. And yes, that is your corpse." he winces when he finishes as if I'm about to hit him.
"Oh my gosh" I murmur as my knees go weak "OH MY GOSH" I yell.
"Ivy, please" he says as he holds me so close to his body that I expect to feel a heart beat.
"IVY" a voice yells. I turn back to the corpse to see my Dad laying on top of it. Sharp, broken sobs come from him. He doesn't seem to care that his front is drenched from my blood or that I'm wearing the shirt that I love but he hates. All he seems to care about is that I'm dead. I'm dead. IM DEAD. GOODBYE WORLD IM FREAKING DEAD. The realisation hits me so hard that I actually fall backwards.
"God Ivy, you just gave me the biggest fright of my life. I thought it was your time" Jack says with a sigh of relief.
"My time?" I say
"Oh. So, have you ever heard of a ghost dying?" He asks me
"No" I reply stupidly.
"Well your time is when you were supposed die. You were murdered and I was hit by a bus on my way to school. You appear at the scene of your death two seconds before you actually die." He says cautiously. "Any questions?" He asks me intently.
"Yeah" I say "can I float?" I conclude. My former fear gone and replaced by excitement.
"No, but you can make things float with your mind" Jack says with a small laugh.
"Cool I'm really excited" I say with happiness.
"I'm sure you are" he laughs harder.
"What do we do now" I ask, suddenly serious.
"You love Sherlock Holmes right" he asks with a tiny smile.
"Definitely" I say with a massive grin.
"So, we're going to be Holmes and Watson and find out who killed you" he says.
"Jolly. This is going to be so much fun!" I say bouncing up and down a bit.
"Calm down Ivy"
"No"
"Why not?"
"I just discovered that I'd be roll playing Sherlock Holmes"
"Fair enough"
"Come on Watson"
"I don't want to be a side kick"
"It's better than nothing". we both crackup laughing at our small joke and after what feels like ages become serious again.
"Come on, we are going to pay everyone a visit tonight. Starting with your dear walking cliché" he says in a posh voice that was by far better than any I can do.
"Sounds fun" I say.
We walk into the foyer and see a distraught looking Dad being comforted by the step monster. I lunge at her and make her hair fly over her face. I slide her makeup pursue onto the floor. Anything to stop her touching my Dad. She screams and clings to my dad tighter. Well, that failed.
"Ivy, what the hell do you think your doing?" Jacks voice is angry, tinged with concern.
"I don't want her with my dad" I manage to say between heaving breaths of anger.
"We aren't playing breakups. We're solving a murder" He says forcefully.
"FINE" I say with an immature stamp of the foot I look up to a clock on the wall and see that it is 5:30pm.
"They usually go to bed at nine so it will take a while before we have to inspect" I say.
"Then let's watch some tv" he suggests.
"Ok...wait, how?" I ask
"Oh, there's a family just up the road who have a truck load of movies and they have gone away to Australia for two months. I was thinking we could slip in there and watch something" Jack informs me.
"Do they have 'titanic'?" I ask.
"They sure do" he confirms.
"Awesome". and with that we set off down the road, hand in hand.