GhostBoy

Familiar Suspension

Somehow in the past hour I had fallen asleep. I didnt even realize this fact until I found myself being shaken awake.

"Audrey, its time for dinner..."

I opened my eyes slowly, looking up at the figure of Will leaning over me. A small smile spread on his face when he saw that I was awake.

"There you are Audrey. Mom made some pulled pork sandwiches."

I averted my gaze from him to look around and immediately saw that Walker was nowhere to be found. He wasn't floating around like he always was, looking at me with his careful gaze.

This automatically made me anxious.

"Okay, im coming...." I muttered softly as I began to sit up, running a hand through my hair which was now a tangled mess. I'd have to deal with it later, for now I had to find Walker before he did something crazy again.

I slowly threw my feet over my bed before standing up.

Will smiled at me and started to walk out of my room and down the stairs, leaving me to follow close behind him.

Our footsteps remained in sync as we stepped on every other step of the stairs. Skipping some seemed to be a more efficient way of traveling than going up and down each individual step.

The floor creaked as it usually did when we hit the ground floor and headed into the kitchen. Will immediately walked over to our mother who was making the pork sandwiches that he promised, putting them on plates. As mom finished placing the meal on each plate, he took them and sat them on each spot of the kitchen table.

I slowly made my way over to the glass cupboard, already knowing that Will was going to ask. I took out three glasses and set them on the counter before walking to the fridge and bringing over the pitcher of water.

Both Will and my mom smiled at me as I placed the glasses on the table. I didnt return the favor.

I was looking around the kitchen, wondering where the heck Walker disappeared to. It was actually starting to worry me now.

That's when I saw him. He was sitting in the farthest seat of the kitchen table, the one directly in front of the window, thats why I almost didn't see him. His translucent figure almost completely blended in with the incoming rays.

He was sitting at the table, watching me and only me. His arms were crossed over the table and his smile was still on his face. His hood was pulled over his head, but when he saw me finally see him, he pushed it down and smiled even brighter.

I shook my head softly as I then sat the glasses on the table, my brother and my mother sitting in their normal seats, my mother at the head of the table, my brother in the seat to her left.

I sat down at my seat as well, the one across from my brother. I couldn't help glancing at Walker who was sitting to my right. He was sitting in the only seat that was never sat in.

Because that used to be our fathers seat.

I don't like to think of my father much, I didnt know him well enough for that. The fact that he simply left us was enought for me to know that he didn't want us in his life anymore.

The day that I last saw him I remember clear as day, except that it was midnight.

It was pouring rain and I was wearing those childish Dora pajamas that my mom bought for me that year. I was six at the time.

My dad had his coat on, his wallet in his back pocket and a hat pulled up over his head. The door opened quickly just as i got the courage to speak up.