The next day I went back to school and pretended like everything was normal. Now, I sit next to Madi at our cafeteria table, with Jack and Isaac on the other side. They were all making conversation, but I kept quiet, mostly because I was zoning in and out, day dreaming about what Jess had told me; If I figure out which one gets to stay, the other one vanishes, gone from existence. They won't be on "the other side", as she had called it, just gone.
"What do you think, Cara?" Madi snapped me out of my gaze, and I turned to her.
"About what?" I asked, shaking my head, as if to rid the memory from my mind.
She scrunched her eyebrows together, "If the Harry Potter books are better than the movies, we've been discussing this the whole hour," her lips turned down into a frown.
"The books are always better," I responded shortly.
"No, no, no," Jack said, "Movies are much better. Less words! Besides, books are boring," he stated while beginning to take a bite of an apple.
"I agree with Cara on this one," Isaac spoke up, "books are more descriptive and detailed. In the movie, you don't know what's going on inside the person's head."
I smiled at the fact of Isaac taking my side of the argument. While Jack and Isaac were bickering, Madilyn leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"Dreaming about Isaac?" I shoved her lightly.
"Shut up," I tell her, but there's a small smirk on my face, and I felt my face get hot.
"Ha! I knew it! You're blushing," she said, poking at my cheeks.
"Am not," I argued like a child, covering my face with my hands. Even though I wasn't thankful for Madi's comment, I was thankful for the distraction from my thoughts. It's just me and my friends, no supernatural beings to get in the way.
"Not what?" Jack asked. Apparently, him and Isaac left their argument.
"Nothing!" Madilyn and I said in unison. Luckily, the boys couldn't question us any further, because the bell rang to go back to our classes. I walked with Isaac back to our lockers, since his was just on the other side of the hallway to mine. I've been considering what he told me the other day, about being able to open up and talk to him if I needed.
"Hey, what are you doing after school today?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Nothing, I think, why?"
"Oh, it was just- I was wondering if you, uh, wanted to hang out or something, I mean no one, no one will be home so-"
Why am I so nervous?
"Woah there, Cara" Isaac said with a smirk smeared on his face. My eyes grew wide when I realized what I had said.
"No! No, not like that, I mean, I just want to talk," I told him, averting my eyes to my feet tip tapping on the floor.
"I know, I'm just joking," he said, chuckling. After that, we reached our hallway, so I turned to head to my locker. Instead of Isaac turning to the other side of the hall and retreating to his own, he followed me to mine, resting his arm on the top of the locker door. I chose to ignore him, pulling my English book from the top shelf.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. He leaned his head down, closer to mine, as if it was some sacred question no one else could hear. When I turned to face him, we were only inches apart.
"I'm fine," I told him, and headed down to English.
School is over, and now I'm sitting in my living room with Isaac by my side. I rested my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped together out of nervousness.
"What's going on, Car?" he asked me. I'm not sure why all of my friends call me "Car". Jess was the first one to call me that, and I responded with, "Car? Like Care Bears?"
"I went to the house last night, the one across the street," I started, pointing out the window, where the tall shadow of the house haunts me, "And I saw her."
"Who?" Isaac asked, unaware of who I was talking about.
"Jess," I said, looking down at the floor.
"Cara-" he began, but I cut him off.
"I know, it's crazy, but you have to believe me, you're the only one that will believe me. Her and this other girl were there. They found this," I said, pulling the red bound book out of my backpack, "It's a long story, but maybe I can prove it to you, I-I swear she was there,"
"It's okay," Isaac said soothingly, resting his hand on my knee, "I believe you," I looked up at him and met his gaze.
"I couldn't feel her Isaac," I told him, "She-she's dead," the last few words got caught in my throat. We sat there, looking at each other for a moment. No talking, just silence. He seemed to be studying my face intently.
"You know you have a big clump of freckles right here?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the spot on the side of my face, "I've never seen that before."
I couldn't help but smile, "I know, my dad used to say he was going to connect them together with a pen, but if he did it would just be a big scribble," Isaac continued to hold my face in his hands, and suddenly I got butterflies in my stomach. I backed away, not wanting to admit to myself what I was feeling.
"Do you wanna go see her?" I asked. My voice was a whisper.
"Yeah," he said, shaking his head, "Yeah, let's go," We got up and walked out the door to the house. Isaac seemed to tense as we approached the door. I said something I felt would comfort him.
"Ghost hunting buddies, remember?" I told him with a grin on my face. He just laughed and followed me inside. Entering the living room, I called for Jess and Gianna. They both approached down the stairway, but as soon as Gianna saw Isaac, she retreated back to her room. It wasn't until then that I noticed how shy she was.
"Back so soon?" she asked, and then spotted Isaac. At the sight of him, she gasped.
"And with a boy?" she said. She had a smile on her face, but I could see she was worried about him, and whether or not to trust him.
"We can trust him," I told her. Isaac looked at me, and then to the blank space that I was staring at.
"Who are you talking to?" I had never seen him in this much shock.
"He should be able to see me if he's touching you," she said with a nod of the head. I let out a breath and took his hand.
"What are you-" Isaac's words got cut off when he looked up to see Jess in front of him, with her hand outstretched.
"I'm Jess," she said with a stern look on her face.
Isaac whispered something so quiet, it was just barely audible.
"Holy shit."
His response made me giggle, and mark my words, I will never forget it.
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A.N: Sorry for the language there at the end if it bothers you.
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Dead Girl's Fate (discontinued)
General Fiction((THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE PIECE OF TRASH PLS DO NOT READ))Cara was always one for adventure. So when she finds herself in a new town living across the street from an abandoned, supposedly haunted house, her instincts take over. Cara and her newly made f...
