The Ghost's Diary 👻 ✓

39. Wuthering Pages

My finger collides with the smooth glass of my bedroom window; it slides and twirls as silent thunder make its way.

The sky is littered with patches of grey clouds, moving sideways with each stroke of wind.

There is a reason why your brother's journal is white.

Your brother knows more than he lets you on.

The blonde woman's words and Meredith's repeatedly ring in my ears as I reflexively rub my still bruised arm. The bruise is still purple, with no recovery whatsoever. It sometimes hurts when I touch it.

The woman's words are more soothing and placid, with the hint of a lullaby. Meredith's, on the other hand, is like being so enthralled by a red rose that one pricks their finger by the rose's thorn.

I move from the window and onto the blue covers of my bed. Allison is already sitting with her legs crossed and her back against the bed headboard while Ethan sits, as usual, on one of the chairs on the other side of the room. His arms are nustled in front of him as he looks at the nearby book shelves.

Now that I notice it, book shelves are the only thing that catch his gaze whenever he is here.

After school yesterday, the three of us decided on today for discussing the journal. Dylan wouldn't pick up his phone so I had to text him about his availability.

He answered with a simple okay.

A door clicks open and Dylan enters the room, breathing a bit heavily. A thin coat of sweat glimmers on his forehead as he walks over to the study table chair.

Sweat in this weather?

"Sorry, I'm late," Dylan says as he takes out a napkin from his coat and lightly cleans the sweat away, still not looking at me.

"Why are you sweaty in this weather?" He looks up at me and I can't see anything in his eyes. He's rock solid again.

"Probably just fast metabolism," he says with an attempt of a smile while Ethan nods along.

The woman's hum plays in my ears again.

I still can't figure out where have I heard it before.

Allison and Ethan straighten themselves up as they wait for me to take out the journal.

I suddenly feel the weight of the journal in the inner pocket of my jacket and take it out.

Placing the journal on my lap, its withered pages open to a blank page by itself.

This doesn't even surprise me anymore.

"Hullo all."

"Hi Henry!" Allison voice blares from beside me.

Ethan sighs and shakes his head while Dylan and I only smile a bit.

At least he smiled at this.

Ethan looks at me and then averts his gaze.

I won't bite, you know.

He says out loud:
"We still don't know who Matthew actually is, beside from the fact that he's your brother."

"Do not fret over Matthew, Mr Ingram.
My brother shall be the focus of the fourth memory."

"I still can't believe what happened to Isabelle. I really liked her." Allison puts a finger at the corner of her mouth and her eyebrows furrow.