The Forgotten Anastasia

Chapter Two

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As the car pulled into the driveway there was a familiar sound of gravel crumbling beneath the tires and a slight uphill direction signaling my eyes to flutter open to see the red barn from the outside of my window the sun ending its adventure across the sky behind it. "Good morning, you must have been sleepy, princess." My dad let out a small chuckle as he spoke parking the car and looking to me. "You still not sleeping well?"

"No it's just every time I try I have those dreams," I looked toward him as I said and his eyebrows knitted in concern. "You shouldn't have to deal with those," he grumbled lowly. Confusion danced on my face, it's a dream it's not as if anyone could control it. But he has always tended to blame himself for weird situations like this. Like how he had always blamed himself for Melly. I gulped and looked down as I thought of the name scrunching my eyes tight trying to forget the thought, "Princess?"

"I'm okay Papa, it was a long day and it's very late, Let's head inside and get to bed, mhm?"

"I'll make my famous cocoa!" he opened the front door after some struggle in the dark a wide smile on display as he did. I was instantly hit by the smell of lavender, my favorite always on display on any open table we could keep. Every since I could remember I loved lavender especially the smell, so every morning my dad picks it fresh just for me scattering it all over the house in pretty little vases always with a pink ribbon attached. Since it us only us he always goes the extra mile, I'm his princess and he swears by it, when I was little well he would say to me I would never need I knight only him and, well Melly. 

Shaking my head to rid myself of the thought, I dropped my shoes at the door and walked toward the kitchen where there was already cocoa on the counter in my favorite mug "Good morning sunshine" written on the front causing a smile to grow on my face. I never care what time of the day, which is almost never morning since I am not a morning person (truly whoever is needs to have a psychological evaluation it is not natural) but I feel it just is so, well, perfect. 

I held the warm cup leaning on the counter I looked up to see my dad copying my actions, "any. Big plans for tomorrow?" he asked raising an eyebrow as he took a long sip, "Well actually I was going to try and finish my book I got yesterday," mhm he made a noise as he sipped again, "What love story is it now?" a smile ventured onto his face. "I don't read love stories just fantasy with love sometimes as a plot point," his eyebrows raised again as I sipped, "And it's a Greek myth, I thought it looked interesting so--" a slight chock sound was heard in front of me as he coughed a sip of his "famous coca" almost all over the table, "Oh since when are you into old, very old and fake stories like that,"

"It just caught my eye, are you okay?"

"Mhm, wrong pipe I'm okay, princess." he almost chugged the last of his cocoa placing it in the sink I looked at him wide-eyed as he spoke, "I'm going to head to bed princess," he stepped forward kissing my forehead, "Goodnight."

"Okay, I'll finish this then head to bed, I love you." he smiled repeating it back as he went up the stairs disappearing for the night.

"That was weird even for him, must be the Greeks and Italians having beef huh."

I looked up following the voice and there he was. His same outfit as the first time he appeared a year ago, fitted blue blazer, white button up, and red tie with grey khakis and black dress shoes. This fits his appearance well as he had almost a perfect rich boy haircut and somehow perfectly symmetrical face looking like something out of a magazine. "And I thought tonight would be filled with peace and quiet," I retorted, "Oh never that, so how was New York, any monsters?" he said sarcastically, though he always asked that as if there would be a time I said, oh why now that you mention it Mike Wazowski jumped me on 4th street!

"Obviously not, though I did run into some crazies, " I took a small sip looking up to see him leaning against the counter waving for me to continue, " Some girl chanted, sang, well I don't know something at me then collapsed at Joey's place then collapsed," he rose an eyebrow. "What did she look like," he was intently listening as if I was telling him that there was a plague coming and I knew the cure, "Well, red curly hair, paint-covered clothes, and uh she also had" I moved my hands pointing toward my eyes and widening them, "crazy eyes," He looked almost nervous at the description now moving from his position across the room to sit in front of me leaning against the counter allowing the light to shine through him, which I know he hated so it was odd he did not seem to care now, "The surfer guy said she just had low iron but insisted knowing what she said to me."

"Well it's over now don't think of it too much it's not even relevant to you." he concluded meeting my eyes with his strong blue ones, I could have sworn I saw some sort of glance of fear in them as I looked, "do you know them, like, from when you were,"

"Alive?" he finished for me knowing I couldn't say it myself.

"I knew a lot of people, can't say for sure if I did." he finished leaning toward me to look in my cup, "Looks like you finished your cocoa why don't we get you to sleep."

"I'm not going to be able to," I looked at him as he began to stand looking at me expectingly, "a few nightmares can't hurt you and I'll be there waiting if you need, now come on you have Greek books to read tomorrow." I groaned as I stood placing my cup in the sink and heading to my bedroom resting next to the staircase on the bottom floor.

I opened my bedroom door with a high-pitched creek following with the motion, changing quickly as I lay under my covers, "Will you ever tell me?" I looked to my left where he sat head back with his eyes closed arms crossed, "Who you are?" I continued when there was no response only to have him blow out air in discomfort and obvious exasperation, "When you need to know I will tell you, it's just not time." he did not move as he spoke a response sitting like he was already asleep, no true idea how he slept as a, well, ghost, "Now go to bed, Annie." I sighed turning back to the ceiling and slowly closing my eyes until darkness overcame me once again. 

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Authors Note: 

Chapter two in the books (literally), how do you all feel about our mysterious ghost boy? I can't wait to keep this going! I hope you all are also having a good time with this! 

xoxo, 

Ruby