Sweet Serenity (ON HOLD SORRY GUYS)

Death and Determination

  Here it is... sorry for the wait :( I just struggled writing it... I think it's so emotional and I wanted to put that across. Well I cried when writing it anyway. Whether you can feel the emotion or not is a different story. I would say if you can't, then you have no heart, but it's probably my bad writing if you can't actually so you're off the hook :D xx

Chapter 23         

I continued to stare at the unconscious body before me. I can’t have much time. I wasn’t going to get used to this, not at all. I ran down the stairs with all my energy. How can I get their attention? They can’t see me can they? What if they can? Poor Will. If he sees me, he’ll be devastated. I have to do the best I can. I arrived at the top of the final flight of stairs. I was scared, verging on tears. I tightened my clenching fists. If I wasn’t a ghost, my fingernails would have easily pierced my skin by now. I jogged down the stairwell to find the corridors abandoned. My pace quickened as I sped through the corridor towards Rheynold’s office, only to find that equally abandoned. I proceeded to the living area, tears spilling down my cheeks now. The door to the living area was slightly ajar, no noise coming from the room. The light from the far window flickered as a figure passed the door. Relief washed over me, someone was in there. I can’t interfere with the environment for now. I tightened my jaw as I rigidly stuck my arm through the door to see if it worked. My forearm disappeared through the door. I let my spirit follow through the door.

            The entire household had gathered in here, the maids sat in the corner, some looking like they were about to throw up, others with blotchy, red faces and puffy eyes where tears had fallen. They were my friends. How could I leave them? None of their gazes left the floor, their hands grasping their own or each others. They looked hopeful, unlike the others. My gaze fell to Rheynold, sitting on the sofa. His patience was tested, you could tell by the look on his face. He is furious. He looks like he could kill somebody, like, right now.

“Will you stop pacing son!” he bellowed, causing me to jump. My gaze instantly was disrupted to Will. He indeed was pacing. He looks awful, words simply can’t describe it.

“No Father, I can’t!” he yelled back as he continued to pace around the room. Once he reached the far end of the room, he stopped. I couldn’t let him beat himself up about this. I followed his tracks until I was stood immediately behind him. I outstretched my hand to his back slowly. Before we made contact he slumped to the floor and began to sob uncontrollably. Even more tears flooded down my face. I can’t do anything for him.

“Don’t cry,” I mumbled as I knelt to the floor.

“I’m going to check on her,” a familiar voice echoed through the room. Awkward silence filled the room as Bryan fought his way through the crowd to the door. I made haste to the door and followed him.

“Bryan?” I queried. I had to try. His expression didn’t even flicker. Shit. He can’t hear me. What am I going to do now? His pace quickened, his expression falling. Did he subconsciously know? Was he afraid? We had climbed the first flight of stairs. Then it came to me. I’d seen all of the supernatural movies. I need to make something move, like poltergeist activity. That might get his attention. Tables stood outside everybody’s room, each wearing a small cloth on its surface. Then I remembered, mine has flowers on it. Flowers always brighten up a room. Let’s see if they can save my life. I appeared in front of the table. Bryan now had his back to me, about to climb the stairs. I had to take this chance. I violently swiped at the vase of flowers, and to my surprise, they went crashing to the floor.

“Huh?” Bryan queried, stepping towards me now. He investigated the rooms nearby to find them all empty.

“Ronnie?” he whispered. His gaze kept flickering all around the corridor. I ran past him and pushed the attic door ajar, beckoning him to follow me.