The Bound Fedora

Chapter 1: Too Good To Be True

Sidney's light blue eyes stared through the boy sitting in front of her as the van hit another bump making the pencil holding her dirty blonde hair up fall to the floor. She huffed and ran her hand through her hair to move it out of her face before continuing to glare at the boy.

"I can't stand it when you look right through me as if I'm not even here. I know you're upset. But I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me?" His sweet voice pleaded.

"Gregory they're flying me to another state this time! Were you not paying attention?! We're on the way to the airport for a three hour flight!" She yelled. Gregory looked up at her with his faded green eyes and frowned.

"I really am sorry. I should've known Zac would take it too far." He apologized.

"It's ok, at least you got to have some fun." She forgave him and he smiled at her as she found her fallen pencil and put her hair back up in its messy bun.

"I wish I was able to move things as he does. Then again I'm glad I'm not him. I couldn't stand being stuck haunting one place forever. I'm just glad that I'll always be stuck following you." He said thoughtfully.

"Me too." She smiled. "I'm just glad you're not an angry spirit like he is."

"Yeah the only upside to that is being able to interact with your world. But I was never an angry person. I'm not even mad at my Grandma for what she did to me." He explained as his wild brown hair fell into his eyes covering the strange bloody symbol that was carved into his forehead.

Gregory was a spirit that Sidney had accidentally released when she was fifteen. Along with the strange symbol on his forehead he had several other strange designs carved into his arms with a large hole in his chest where his heart should be. His Grandmother was a part of a cult or a witch coven of some sort and she ended up using him as a human sacrifice.

It was 1902 and he was only ten when his parents decided to leave him with his Grandma in Washington and went to Alaska in hopes of getting rich from the gold mining that was going on at the time. His parents ended up doing a bunch of traveling following the gold mining craze and he stayed with his Grandma the rest of his life. He would catch her going out and doing strange things once a week and he always wondered what it was. She always refused to tell him what she was up to up until a few days after his eighteenth birthday she had asked him to join her at a special event and he went happily, not knowing what he was in for.

"I wonder what loony bin they're taking you to now. I never heard the driver or any of the docs mention where. I guess we'll find out when we get to the airplane boarding station." He said sounding hopeful.

"Knowing my luck we won't even enter the airport and they'll have a private plane for me and all the other crazies." She said sounding rather un-amused. The rest of the ride there they made small talk pointing out the pros and cons of the hospital that was now their ex-home.

Sidney had been moved around several asylums and mental hospitals since she was fifteen. She just turned twenty-two three months ago. When she was fifteen she came home one day to find that her older brother Nick had died of an asthma attack. They figured out that he had dropped his inhaler under the couch and induced the attack by getting over anxious and excited when he opened his acceptance letter into the college he hoped to attend.

Nick and Sidney were very close and her mother and father were devastated by his death. She was desperate to get him back and turned to dark magic. In an attempt to bring his soul back into the world she had to make a few animal and blood sacrifices and in the middle of her ritual was found by her parents. They didn't know what to think when she attempted to explain herself and they had her committed.