Dielive [ENGLISH]

NINETEEN

THE mourning period will end. One day they will forget about me and start a new life. They will not keep thinking about me. They will move on and in the end – I will just be a memory.

Besides, my case has been closed with the assumption that Aunt May killed me or – I committed suicide. However, even though I am no longer in their minds, even though I am dead – in fact, I am still here.

I don't want to be a wandering ghost that everyone fears even though I may be the most popular ghost in Beverly. How could I not be? A seventeen-year-old teenager died horribly in Dr. Carlos' mansion. I must be the most popular ghost. However, I don't want to be a restless ghost. I want to go back. I want to go to that place. Get heavenly peace, as Reverend Laurent said.

My only hope is Jason. He will not give up on solving this case because that's how Jason is. He is hardworking, curious and more importantly, he loves me. He will not let go of this case. He will not move on from my departure. I am sure of that.

Putting Katrine Brown on his list of suspects was an unexpected decision. What could I do? Besides, she was weird. She had a crush on Jason so it was obvious she hated me to the bone because I was close to her dream guy.

Killing me would open up the opportunity to have Jason. Is that really the case? Where did the criminal idea come from? Katrine was quite the nerd. How could she kill someone just because of love? Oh, how stupid. Love is stupid.

After hours of suspicion, Jason went to bed, without dinner. I sat – curled up in the corner of the room, watching him sleep. There was nothing I could do but wait for the sun to rise and Jason to start his mission.

The sun rose and I was tired of counting the dust flying from Jason's bookshelf. A minute before the alarm went off, indicating exactly six o'clock – Jason woke up first. He rubbed his eyes, a little lazy, yawned, but suddenly his eyes focused again. Jason's brow furrowed. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

School was weird because I had become a ghost. I missed Amber, Lily and my other friends, even Will. What were they doing? I wanted to go to the main park – in the middle of the school, but Jason went straight to the classroom hallway.

He opened his locker, with a straight face picking up a letter – again, from who else if not Katrine? Jason threw his skateboard into the locker – annoyedly heading to class.

"Katrine!"

The girl with black, wavy shoulder-length hair turned her head. Her gray eyes shone, sparkling, clearly happy because her crush called her. However, a second later her forehead wrinkled anxiously.

"Yes?"

I snorted. What game was the girl playing? If Jason's accusations were true, Katrine killed me, there was no reason for me to tolerate her hatred for me all this time.

I had always been patient in accepting the threats and terror from her letters that she slipped into my locker. However, if her actions ended up real – killing me, I would not stay silent.

"Kate, I need to talk to you," Jason said seriously.

"Well, Jas, okay," she suddenly became nervous, "I'm sorry about... Nadya."

Jason nodded. "Thanks." His eyebrows rose. His eyes watched Katrine's expression change, but she was still frowning and looking down. Her shoulders were heaving, as if there was something weighing on her chest.

"So, what's wrong?" she whispered, still not looking at Jason – which made us all suspicious.

Jason glanced around for a moment. "Not here."