Marley
Trent taps his pencil against the desk and I growl. He drops the pencil onto the desk and spins around in his swivel chair.
"When are you going to speak to me?"
He grabs the remote from the couch and turns the television off.
"Marley."
"What?"
Some part of me wanted to hear the last minutes of my life, another part didn't.
"I'm sorry that we played that game, I'm sorry that we antagonised the other team, and I'm sorry that I passed the ball that was intercepted and knocked you out. I'm sorry about everything. Please stop shutting me out."
"You didn't take the shot?" I frown.
"I passed the puck to another player, but Mark intercepted the pass and struck the hockey puck, sending it your way."
"It's not your fault then." I sigh.
"Yes, it is."
"You didn't hit the ball."
"I knew Mark would tell the team to play dirty, and I knew Jeremy would wind up Mark with the cat and mouse approach. I basically did this to you."
"You're a goose, Trent."
Trent glares while I pat the chair beside me.
"You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. I wish you'd told me this before, perhaps I wouldn't have reacted the way I did."
"I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven."
Trent sits beside me and we stare into each other's eyes.
"Has your mother forgiven you as well?"
"She said that if I cooked dinner tonight and do the dishes, all would be forgiven considering the circumstances."
"What are those circumstances, me?" I raise an eyebrow.
Trent sheepishly nods.
"I guess I'm glad I could help?" I chuckle.
He peers closer to my face and I tilt my head to the side.
"It looks like it's healing."
"I'd get excited, but that doesn't mean anything considering the brain damage I might have."
Trent pouts, so I tug on a smile.
"I can't wait until this is a distant, horrible nightmare."
"Do you think you'll remember this when you wake up?"
"I hope so." I grin.
"Would you believe me if I told you about it?"
"I would think you've lost the plot." I giggle.
"Tell me something you've never told anyone, that way you might believe me when you wake up."
"I have no idea."
"Think about it."
Trent hands me the remote and I turn the television back on. He reluctantly gets up and returns to his desk.
I'm happy it wasn't Trent's fault, but I'm also sad I've missed out on haunting Mark.
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Saving Marley
ParanormalDeath should be calm, death should be peaceful, death should happen when you're old, but death doesn't ask for an age and death doesn't care who you are. Marley learns this life lesson when spectating a hockey match literally knocks her out. She rac...
