chapter 23

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1 year later

*Andy's pov*

"Mom! I dropped out of school today."

"Ok Hon, I'll call the school to finalize everything."

"Thanks, I'm going to Ashleys."

School had become even more like hell. But we were doing better since Dylan. I'd seen his ghost a few times when we were feeling very depressed but I don't think he ever left ash.

In his room I find him sitting on the floor by his bed staring at a letter. He looks up at me with fear in his eyes.

"My dad's out of jail. And they want to see me."

*Ashleys pov*

I put my head in my hands, this wasn't good. I still haven't told my grandma barely anything other than why I had a scar on the side of my face. Nobody ever pushed me to say anything I didn't want, only when I was ready, but I wasn't. I knew I was going to freak out the second they walked through the door. Then I would have to tell everyone.

Andy puts his arm around me, his eyes focused on something across the room.

"I want you to see something."

"I know he's there but I can't."

"Yes you can, you only can't see something if you sat you can't."

I always tell myself that I can't because I didn't think I was ready, but I had to be now.
Almost as if a veil was raised from my eyes I'm able to see my beautiful baby boy. He had Andy's bright blue eyes but looked like me. He smiled, a few small teeth poking through his gums. He's 18 months today. Dylan's eyes look away and disapears. Dark shadows enter the room and run along the ceiling. The circle us, screaming violent shrieks, then they were gone.

I look at andy who was somehow a shade paler than before.

"What was that?" He asks.

"Just my mother sending a war she can't win." I light the candles I had found two years ago when Andy and I had went to the antique shop in the mall.

"I knew they'd serve a purpose."

Andy looked confused.

"Its like a spell to ward off bad spirits except for this welcomes them and traps them inside."

"And why is that a good idea." Asks a worried Andy.

"Oh I just want to be a bitch and use my mother's own power against her."

"Ok.... but you're sleeping at my house."

"They're after me, if I'm not here they won't come and I still have to conceal them once they're in here."

"Then I'll sleep with you.,

"Its not safe, you can't do anything against them and you could get hurt badly. Baby I'll be fine, I know what I'm doing."

"Ok". He sighs, still not looking convinced.


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After I kiss Andy goodbye and force himto leave I put up a "wall" around my room. It would act as a filter to let only the spirits from earlier in but not out. I had done this a few times before but it had been with CC and much less powerful spirits.

I find the little black box with the jeweled eye in my closet. I would put the spirits in there. Dylan appears and crawls into my lap. I cradle him in my arms, surprised to find that he was solid not vapor.
"Mama". A tiny voice says.

Tears come to my eyes "Hey baby." I whisper.

He looks away, fear in his innocent eyes and disappears in my arms. Tears slide down my face as shadows circle around me like a screaming tornado. Then it hit me, Dylan didn't die naturally, my mother somehow removed his spirit from his body with a spell, except it didn't work because his spirit is trapped in the wrong dimension. She must've figured out that it didn't work so she sent her shadows to take him away from me.
Anger surged through me, my blood boiled as my heart pounded in my chest. I screamed through my teeth slicing my arm through the whirling shadows sending them flying in every direction only to bounce off the charmed barrier I'd set up earlier. I grab the black box and chant a spell, the jeweled eye glowed and the screaming shadows were sucked inside. The forced sent me flying backwards to the floor. I lay there breathing heavily, that took alot of energy. Thankfully the barrier had also prevented CC from sensing anything because I really didn't feel like explaining at the moment. I take down the barrier and hide the box back in my closet. I lay on my bed and wait.

"Dylan baby, they're gone. You can come out now." I whisper, but he doesn't appear. I bury my face into a pillow and cry myself to sleep.


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