Hope Everlasting. [COMPLETED.]

Chapter Six-Truth and Lies.

A/N; Hey again! Another update! :D Again quicker than I expected, but you can’t complain at that! :D Thanks to everyone who’s read on so far, it really means a lot, more than you can know! Now on with the chapter. I enjoyed writing this one--I think the ending will go down well with a few people  ;3. The next chapter, will be from Dylan’s POV! Exciting isn’t it. Next update in the next few days as normal. Enjoy and please if you like, remember to vote, comment and maybe even fan! Much love. <3

Chapter Six-Truth and Lies.

I stiffened in my seat. She was back? How was that even possible?  I’d just imagined it last night, right? Some kind of shock induced thing? Then why the hell could I still hear her?

How many times have I got to tell you, Ashy? You aren’t imagining this! I’ve come back. I came back to save you and now...now I’m staying.

I frowned. This was beyond weird, it really was.

What do you mean, you’re staying? If you’re really real, where were you this morning?

 I asked silently, wiling my facial expression not to change. It was strange, talking her via thoughts, rather than words. But let’s face it, what about this situation isn’t weird?

What all the other sane teenagers were doing; sleeping. You know I’ve never been a morning person, that doesn’t change now I’m dead.

I was literally at a loss for words, or thoughts as the case may be.                              

You can sleep? I asked, and I could almost see Hope rolling her eyes.

Of course I can. Just because I’m dead doesn’t make a difference. In fact, it doesn’t really change anything, apart from the fact that you’re the only one who can talk to me, and I don’t have a physical form.

This was actually starting to get creepy. I didn’t dare to believe it was real, but the evidence was stacked against me. Now, I needed to think. I was intelligent. I knew that, but not in a cocky way. I was top of my class in every subject apart from Maths, which I still struggled with despite hours of me working determinedly to overcome my only academic weakness.

I was logical. I was a scientist, I was a reader, I was a writer. If Hogwarts really existed, I would be a Ravenclaw. How did I know this? Pottermore told me. Yes, I’m a nerd. We’ve covered that already. I was witty, intelligent and logical, I just needed...

Proof.

Both Hope and I thought that word in unison, similar to when we used to finish one another’s sentences back in the day. It didn’t surprise me, really. We’d always been so alike, yet somehow different at the same time. We were like two halves of a whole--I was the sensible, logical half and she was the loud, hilarious and slightly reckless part. That was, until that day...

Oh Ashy stop moping! I’m here now, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You wanted proof, right? Well, you got proof last night when Carly picked you up! But no, still not enough for you. Right then. Take your mirror out of your bag.

How I managed to control my expression like that so that nobody expected something was a mystery to me. But yet again, I did exactly what the little voice in my head told me to do. I mean, if it was anyone else then I wouldn’t have of course...it’s just that Hope--if she was actually ‘Hope’--was hard to say no too.

Digging in my satchel, I quickly grabbed my hand mirror and opened it up, studying my reflection.

Right...is something meant to be happening right now?