Sarah stepped out into the street and started to dance underneath the raindrops. She laughed and it was a laugh that verged on hysteria but also was mixed in the excitement of being free, at least for a while. She knew she couldn't go home. It was a crime scene for one thing but also it had memories that she couldn't deal with today. But it was time to see a different ghost, it was almost five months since it had happened and it was time that she dealt with what she had done. She new vaguely where to go from here and she decided that she should pay her respects.
Pulling the collar of her coat up to fruitlessly shield herself from the rain she hurried along the road the thoughts in her head whizzing around like a cloud of hornets.
First of all it was the thoughts about the boy, no man e was a young man now that she was going to see and then secondly her sister. Part of her hoped the two ghosts would be together in heaven now. Another part of her hoped that they were here restlessly searching for their killers, and it didn't matter that one of them would be searching for her.
She turned the corner and continued to walk slowly down the decline and she thought that it was fitting she was walking downwards as she so was her soul. She knew she was going to hell for what she had done. If hell was a place. She hadn't thought they were but now she wasn't sure. Obviously there wasn't a god, this wouldn't be happening if there was a god. She'd been in America away from the ghosts, away from the problems if there was a god.
She stopped by a flower shop and picked out a bouquet of blood red roses before continuing on her path.
She entered the graveyard and shivered. The roar of motorcycles and the horns of trucks had stopped and been replaced by the whistling of wind through the tall trees.
She stopped by the stone and reflected on what had caused this death. Like most things it had started with a phone call. She remembered as if it was yesterday what was said in that conversation. From the first hello.
It had started on a sunny day in Hollywood and she had unsuccessfully been trying to do some writing when the phone had rung.
"Hello, who is this?"
"First I need to know I can trust you."
"Depends what you're trusting me with."
"I can't tell you. I'm sorry but I need to know you won't tell anyone."
"I won't, you can trust me."
"Okay, it's Anton, Anton Giluch."
"Anna's brother. You must be what in your twenties by now. Weird."
"Right... I need your help. I need you to kill me."
"Anton, are you okay. I'm not a physiologist but if your feeling suicidal you need to seek help."
"I'm not-I'm not suicidal" He said his voice cracking "I don't want to die but it's going to be painful later on and I don't want it to hurt Sarah. I don't want my death to hurt. All you need to know is that I'm going to die anyway, I have a disease and not a pleasant one."
"Okay, I understand. But why me, you met me a few times years ago."
"I've been to everyone I know, your the only one left Sarah. The only one who hasn't said no."
"Okay, I can talk to some doctors in England and-"
"NO, they might tell someone, it has to be you."
"Okay, okay I have a film premiere in a month. I can see you then."
"Thank you."
Sarah stumbled as a vibrating in her pocket shocked her out of her memory.
"Ellie?"
"Yes, of course it's me. I have some bad news about your case."
"What now. Isn't it already bad enough."
"Apparently not. There was a fire at the labs where the samples from the case where being tested. IT happened during the recently so you could have done it. You were out of jail at the time. They think that you burnt them down and did that because you knew they would prove you were guilty. You have to go back to jail, now."
"It wasn't me"
"That doesn't matter, Sarah. Don't you see right and wrong doesn't matter, it's what people believe and right now they believe that your guilty."
