Ghost

Chapter 2

I'm sitting in a coffee shop watching people come and go. Some are happy, some are angry, some are in a rush and others sit here for hours..  think I've been sitting here for a few days. Just people watching. I do that a lot. Watch random living people. I know in the back of my mind that it's not their fault that I'm dead but I can't help blaming them, hating them.
I stare at a teenage girl who's sitting across the shop. She's drinking a drink with lot's of foam on top. Another person walks into the shop making the bell on top of the door ding. It's a man. He's tall with short blonde hair and blue eyes. I ignore him and continue staring at the girl. She's scrolling through her phone and giggling occasionally. I remember when phones first became popular. The very first time I saw some one talking on a phone I thought they where talking to me because there was no one els around. I got really excited thinking that some one could see me, but I eventually caught on.
    I'm jolted from my thoughts when the man from before sits directly in front of me. I stand up to get a better view of the rest of the shop when I hear him speak. "Stay." He wasn't loud but I heard him all the same. I stop for a moment he's still looking down at his drink. I decide he probably has one of those fancy new bluetooth ear piece phones. I go to move again but he looks up, directly into my face. "Sit back down please." He says clearly, earning a funny look from the shop owner. I slowly move to sit back down and his eyes follow me the entire time.
    "Can... Can you see me?" I jump forward standing right in front of him about an inch away from his face. He jumps back slightly. "Can you hear me?"
    The man smiles brightly. "Yep" That one word makes so many emotions flow through me. But I mostly feel pure joy. This is someone that I can talk to. I do't have to be alone anymore. I have never wanted to hug anyone more then I wanted to hug this man right now.
    I wanted to say so many things, ask so many things, but the only worlds that came out of my mouth were "Who are you?"
    "Glad you asked. I'm Jake Garinson. I'm here to help you. You see I'm an exorcist from Manhattan. I help people who have problems with ghosts." My face fell. An exorcist? I've dealt with exorcists before. They were horrible. They threw things at me that hurt. They were liars, telling whoever hired them that they had sent me back to the underworld were I belonged.
    I stand swiftly, preparing to escape when he reached across the table and grabbed my arm. I stop and stare down at my arm and his hand grasping it. I could feel it. He was touching me. Actually touching me. I could feel his grip. I slowly look up to meet his eyes. He's looking at me with a knowing smile. I slowly sit back down on the chair and he let go of me. "Explain." I order.
    "Sorry about that but I need you to hear me out." He looked into my eyes as me talked. "I don't want to hurt you I promise. I just want to talk." He searched my eyes until I nod a little. "Okay." He sighs and relaxes a little. "Okay let's start with the simple stuff. I told you my name how about you tell me yours."
    "I'm... I'm Raven."
    "Okay Raven, nice to meet you." He wipes his hands on his pants. He looks nervous. He notices me watching him. "Sorry I'm just a little new to this. This is actually my fist time trying to persuade a real spirit."
"Persuade me to do what?"
He looks a little surprised at my question. "Well to cross over."
"Over to where?" I look at him doubtfully.
"Well I don't really know. You just have to trust me."
I'm dumbfounded. " You don't even know what you're talking about and you want me to trust you? No way."
I start to walk away when he speaks. "Wait. Just let me introduce you to someone."