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Charlie lay on my bed in my room, staring at the ceiling. “Just make yourself at home why don’t you.” I said, standing in the middle of the room, shaking my head.
Charlie grinned and said “mi casa su casa.”
“You’re meant to say that when I’m the guest. My house is your house.”
“I know it is.” He said, winking.
I rolled my eyes and sighed “but I guess it is true. You spend enough time here as it is. So, mi casa su casa, Charlie. Stay as long as you want."
“Thanks. I will.”
I went and sat down on my chair and retrieved the knife I’d taken from Lewis from my draw. “You know what this is?” I said, holding the knife out to Charlie. As soon as I did, Charlie jumped up off my bed and stood at the far side of my room, away from the knife.
“Where did you get that from?” He said, a panicked look in his eyes.
“Last night...” I told him what happened with Lewis and the knife and what he said. When I’d finished Charlie just stood and stared at me for a moment.
“Can I see it?” He said, breaking the silence. He edged around me and took the knife gingerly by the hilt. The blade was silver and seemed clean, with strange patterns engraved onto its otherwise smooth surface. Charlie held it at arm’s length and eyed it warily.
“So?” I said after a while.
“I have an idea what it might be,” said Charlie “I think, when you cut people with it, it allows an entrance for their soul to get through to open. Then, because people don’t know how to stop their soul getting through the opening, the wielder of the knife can steal it.”
“And you know this because...?” I said, dumbfounded.
“I can feel the edges of souls still lingering on the blade. How they were...ripped from their bodies.”
“So, that’s how people become lost?”
“Probably.” Said Charlie, shrugging “I’m just guessing here. It’s just one big probably and an even bigger maybe.” The knife clattered to the floor. “Sorry, I can’t hold it anymore. There’s...too much pain on it.”
I picked up the knife, careful not to cut myself with the blade “I wonder why, when I met Lewis and he tried to steal my soul, he didn’t.”
“Don’t know,” said Charlie, shrugging “he should have been able to really. No offense, Lily, but you don’t really have a clue about how to control your soul. It’s not your fault, of course, I’m not blaming you. I’m just saying it should have been easy for him to take it.”
“Maybe it has something to do with his ‘split personality’. One minute he’s all nice and the next he’s ready to kill me.”
“I’ve been thinking about that and I’m not sure what to make of it.”
“You think he’s possessed or something?” I said, thinking back to a strange film I’d watched once. I shuddered.
“No. There’s only room for one soul in a body at a time and that would mean Lewis was completely evil or completely normal. He’s not lost and, anyway, I only felt one soul when I met him.”
“Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved...” I said “I should have kept my nose out, like you said.”
“Lily, your nose was already in. Like it or not. You couldn’t help it.”
“I know.” I sighed. Wondering why all of this happened to me. “Charlie, I don’t want to die.”
“I’m sorry Lily, but of all the things I found in my life, the elixir of eternal life isn’t one of them.” Said Charlie putting an arm around my shoulders. I laughed at that, my mood brightening.
“Thanks, but you know what I mean.”
“Yes, unfortunately I do.” Charlie sighed “ok, just this once I’ll let you shoot me on the Playstation. I know how you hate losing.” I laughed again and Charlie smiled and said “you’re not going to die, Lily. Not for a long time.” Just before I could open my mouth to argue Charlie said “and I know because I’m not going to let you. So don’t even think about questioning it.”
We left my house and went over to Charlie’s because the ghost was due to come back from the place in between soon. I wanted to get it all sorted, this mystery had been going on far too long. I needed answers. I needed...a solution. Peace of mind. That’s what I wanted. I wanted to put all of this behind me and have a normal life. One like I used to. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for Charlie though. His life would never be normal because of the ghosts. Maybe he would grow out of it eventually but, I have a feeling, even though he moans about his ‘gift’, he would be lost without it.
Author’s Note: Sorry for the short chapter but it was just to fill the gap until the next part. Just a bit of puzzling over. Not the most exciting thing but it had to be done quite quickly too, since I’m not available for the rest of the day. Anyway, enjoy this as best you can and I’ll be back soon with a (hopefully) more exciting chapter :) Thanks again for reading :)
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My Nightmare Just Became Real
Fantasy15 year old Lily has a normal life, a best friend and doesn't do too badly at school. She's never had any trouble sleeping before until...the nightmare. A recurring nightmare that refuses to leave her alone and taints her sleep. She's not sure what...
