Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 82: The Letter

Chapter 82: The Letter

Alicia's Point of View

I woke up to the sound of the hotel rooms alarm clock. I groaned quietly as I reached over to the nightstand and turned off the alarm.

It was then that the memories of the very early hours of the morning came back to me.

I looked back over my shoulder to find nothing but empty space beside me, the blankets slightly pushed down, and the pillows propped up on the headboard.

I was alone.

Zak must of left sometime after I had fallen asleep.

It's your fault...you could of fixed things, but you didn't...

When I had realized Zak was staying with me, I had felt so relieved, but I had also felt worried. Would he still be there in the morning? Could this be a start to finding our way back to each other? I knew I should have opened my mouth and apologized for everything that had happened since the Hoia Baicu Forest, but I had been too tired and too emotionally wrung out to deal with anything else. Especially not after dreaming about Zak being dead. I just wanted to curl up beside him, and relish in the safety, comfort, and knowledge he was alive. And I had done all of that.

But now I was laying in bed by myself.

At that moment, I couldn't remember a time where I had felt more alone.

~*~*~*~*~

Roughly six hours later...

I was sitting next to Cheryl on our twenty hour flight back to Vegas.

Seeing Ashley and the guys outside the hotel earlier that morning had been awful. They all greeted me - except Zak, who kept his distance – but generally everyone was very quiet as we loaded our luggage into the vans that were taking us to the airport.

Now, only five hours into our flight, I had never wished to be anywhere else more than I had at that moment.

I knew the guys were all experiencing lockdown hangovers, but I also knew that my actions at Hunedoara Castle were weighing heavily on everyone. Zak had even gone so far as to change his seat at the check-in counter before we boarded the plane. He had two seats to himself at the front of first class.

I felt horrible...I was still suffering from my cold, had a lockdown hangover, and most likely had just lost my job, lost a wonderful group of friends, and lost a man who was better than I could ever have imagined...

I should of booked a separate flight home...I thought.

~*~*~*~*~

Roughly two hours later...

I was curled up against a pillow I had resting against the wall of the plane, snuggled up in my seat with the hood of my hoodie pulled low over my eyes, and my earbuds in, listening to music. I wanted to be completely oblivious to the world.

Cheryl had left a few moments ago to go for a "pee break", but she seemed to be taking longer than to be expected.

As I stared out the window and watched the clouds pass by, I tried to figure out what I was going to do when we landed. Did I really want to quit "Ghost Adventures"?

No.

It was an amazing opportunity, and had given me a few answers to questions I had had about Emily, and I was beginning to understand the paranormal world a bit more. I had also met a wonderful group of people, who had quickly become like family - people who had welcomed me with open arms and accepted me for who I was. And then there was Zak...I knew now that I thought of him as more than just a friend. After having the scare during his asthma attack, and then the scare with Aaron, and then my two nightmares of Zak being dead...I knew I...