A Life Unseen

Chapter 3 The Picture On The Wall

I was gone, it was gone I felt like sobbing I missed my mother the sweet mother I had before I disappeared. Now my mother was drug addict in jail and smelled strongly of cheap perfume and of course turned crazy over the 9 years I have been stuck In this hell hole. I was back where I wanted to be though I was one step closer to get to my time and live another happy life. Like the other me was getting all that time I was there I wanted to hold my
mother and never let go I wanted to sob in her arms. But I just didn't she wasn't the mom I've watched for the past years that mom was caring sweet and loved me no matter what. My mother turned crazy thinking I wouldn't come back sometimes I would wonder if she really wanted me back.

I needed something to make me happy so I walked over to the bakery it smelled of moldy bread and musty air. I walked in any ways maybe it was just a side affect of time traveling I sort of doubted that well not sort of completely doubted that. But I just went in any way when i came in their it looked like a cop was in their

"why you close me" the owner screeched in her Russian accent.

"People have been reporting paranormal activities" the cop said with a smile

"their no anymore it gone"

"sure it is" . The cop looked like one of the cops from one of the bad cop good cop show and he was the bad cop that just wanted to shut them down.

"please" she started to sob with all her might she went right onto her hands and knees and pleaded even harder.

"No" the cop scolded "get off me" and the cop slapped her and pushed her into the cupboard, the cop walked away like nothing ever happened. I got really mad at him, i grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and slammed his head into the hood it had a huge dent. in felt quite satisfied with that but i needed to do one more thing... to him. I focused really hard

"you will let her have her bakery and give her a thousand dollars for her temporary loss" I said forcefully. The cop did exactly as I said and let her have her bakery and gave the old woman thousand dollars her face went to sobbing to screeches of happiness. I saw tears swell he eyes but not tears of sadness but tears of happiness and gratefulness she gave a huge smile at the cop. The cop also added a bonus and gave her his phone number I had to laugh at that extra bit.

As I was just about to leave she left a piece of stale bread I broke half of it apart and ate the half and left the other half on the plate (it's better than nothing). I didn't feel that bad for eating it I had a feeling that she left it for me as a thanks when I turned around to look at it. I saw a ghost boy walk right through the door I ran towards the bakery but when I got inside he was gone and so was the other half. I looked frantically around the room I saw another person like me I wasn't alone I wasn't the only one her I quickly got over eccentric and jumped up and down and kicked the cupboard by accident. The old woman came in with a ladle in her hand as a weapon I slowly backed away and ran out the door of the bakery. Even as a ghost I could help maybe I could even help my mother that thought faded as soon as it came into my head of swirling thoughts.

My mind went straight towards the boy or man I didn't know who what he was I think he's a human all I got was a good look of the back of the body. He was tall but not as tall as me a bit shorter he had short hair I could now see color now and his hair was a black color. It was messy it looked like he couldn't keep it nice and tidy he was also thin as a pole just like me. I wanted to find him I wondered if he could talk I wonder if he could do some things I could do I suddenly got excited. I was determined to find him that was my goal maybe he knew more than I did I got even more excited and I ran to my house. That was now empty (due to my mother in jail) i was going to plan how I would maybe find him, no how I would find him.

It has been days since I've seen the boy again by now I didn't think I could find him i wanted to find him but that thought just kept coming back (this is hopeless). I would shake my head and say no to myself and say I have to find him no matter what even if I had to die doing it (but I can't die). My plan was to freeze time and catch up to him because it seemed he was fast and knew the streets well. I decided to give for the day and on my leisure time lately I've been watching the old baker. Her house was peaceful and quiet she was a widow of children that have all moved out, all her children had children. But they never visited her or called for that matter if I was a grandmother I would want my children and their children to come visit. I would be so sad if my children didn't want anything to do with me sadder than sad maybe even depressed if my husband was dead. Than after I thought that my heart just cracked this poor old woman had no one to love or no one to love her.

To get my mind off the subject I walked around her house it was so nice and vintage and it smelt like great perfume way better than my mother's. The bathroom was the nicest room of all it was a pristine white color that smelled like lavender all the other didn't smell this good. It was beautiful the bath was huge and after all the walking around I did the house was much bigger that it looked. 7 bedrooms 8.5 bathrooms on the outside it looked small and cute like a summer cottage for a couple. While I was in the main living room their was a picture on the mantel of the fireplace. It was the boy he had an arm around the woman and the woman was young and it looked like a younger version of the baker.