Ghost of You

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"Kennedy!" Mom calls from downstairs. "Dinner is ready!" Hani lifts her head up. I wipe my eyes as the scent of lasagna fills the air. Hani and I sleepily walk downstairs. Mom is in the kitchen, while Dad is sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Jaden is on his phone, probably texting Jessica, his latest girlfriend.

I sit down at the table. Mom brings in the lasagna. I take a piece and place it on my plate. My family makes conversation, like about Jaden's grade and what not. I don't say a word. Hani sits at my feet, hoping I drop some food on the ground.

I place my plate in the sink. It's Jaden's turn to wash the dishes. I walk back upstairs into my room. I turn on my TV and watch Supernatural for a bit. I sleepily rub my eye and look at the clock on my phone. 12:49. I shrug and continue to watch Supernatural. I finish the episode, shut off my TV, and pull the cover on top of me.

I have a dream about Scott. More like a memory, really. It was my parents anniversary. They were out at dinner, not returning until 1:00 am. Jaden promised not to tell and stuck his earbuds into his ears. Scott and I ran upstairs, giggling a bit. He pushed me to the bed. He kissed me on my lips and my neck, heat traveling throughout my body. (A.N. this is not smut) He tore off his hoodie. My heartbeat quickened with every movement. His hand slid up my shirt. "God, you're beautiful, Kennedy Linsfeild." He whispered huskily, sending waves of heat through my body. "And you're mine."

I lost my virginity to Scott Ronstein that night, and he lost his to me.

I woke up the next morning, Scott's abs pressed against my back. Everything that happened last night came rushing into my mind. My heart quickened, just as it had the night before, and my cheeks were covered in a shade of pink. I lifted up the covers. Yep. Wasn't a dream. His strong arm wrapped around me. He flipped me around to face him. He smiled, exposing his deep dimples. "Round two?" He asked playfully. I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face. I stumbled out of bed to reveal I could barely walk. He watched me to whole time, laughing at what he had caused. I shot him a look. "Not funny." I said, crossing my arms. "What if my parents find out?"

He gets up and puts his hands around my waist. "You're okay. They won't." He told me, kissing my forehead. I kissed him back and got dressed in my black tank top and Nike shorts from the night before. He pulled on his shorts, forgetting about the hoodie he wore on the cold summer night. I sorely climbed into my bed, soon followed by Scott. We regularly had sleepovers, so my parents wouldn't suspect anything.

That was easily the best summer I've ever had. My mom ended up finding out. I guess the negative pregnancy test in my bathroom was a major giveaway. She told me she was fine with it, as long as I didn't get any STDs and I didn't just sleep around. I was glad Mom understood. She never dared to tell Dad.

I wake up, tears filling my eyes. It was one of my favorite memories with him. Every night.. I dream about him. He can't escape my mind, even when I'm asleep. I remember his warm touch from that night. God, how I miss it. I swallow, feeling the strain in my throat trying to keep me from crying. I shakily lay back down.

I have another dream, this time it's far from a memory. It's a girl. She has brownish-red hair and deep green eyes. She's running.. from someone. Her hair is drenched from rain. Makeup, mixed with tears and rain, streaks down her face. She stops behind a building. I recognize the terra cotta bricks.. the ivy growing on the sides of it.. its near Scott's house.

She takes a moment to breath. Suddenly, something grabs her. The person wears gloves, a hoodie, and mask. Completely unrecognizable. They grab her by the mouth, muffling her screams for help. They.. slit her throat. All life drains from her eyes as he lets her drop to the ground. Her nose and mouth begin to bleed shortly after she falls. She clutches her throat, trying to keep a hold on the little bit of life she has left. They cleans the knife of all possible finger prints and throws it at her corpse, tearing through her lilac tank top and piercing her stomach.

I wake up again, my whole body shaking. I let the tears stream down my face. It felt so.. real. Like it actually happened. I take a deep breath to calm myself down. "Did I get your attention?" I hear a familiar voice say that makes my heart skip a beat. Scott. I whip my head to face where the voice was coming from. He is sat on my desk, where he always sat. One leg is hanging off of the desk and the other rests on top of it. His arms rests on his knee.

It's him. Scott, in all his glory. Except.. he has a mysterious blue glow around him, and his body is transparent. He's.. a ghost. I begin to cry again. I run over to him. "Scott." I manage to choke out. He smiles. "Missed you, babe." He said.

He holds my hand as his body stops glowing and he becomes.. normal. Like he was never dead. I hug him. "What.. doing.. here?" I try to say. He pulls away from the embrace, lifting up my chin.

"I need you. I need you to save somebody's life." He tells me. I stare at him confused. "What do you mean?" I ask, regaining my voice. He sits back down and pulls at his grey t-shirt. "Kennedy.. I didn't naturally die. I was killed." He puts his head in his hands. I feel a deep pain in my heart, the one I seem to be getting a lot recently.

"They're still out there, baby. They're still killing. I don't know why." He says. He looks up at me. "What I do know this that I want you to save these people." I sit on his lap, swinging my arms around his neck. "That girl in my dream.. she's a victim?" He nods.

"Find them. I don't care what you have to do." He bites his lip. "Shoot them. Do what you have to do. I know about your dad's gun case downstairs. They'll come after you." He looks me in the eyes. You can just see the pain in his eyes. "Baby, I really don't want you to do this. I love you too much.. but you have to do this." He kisses me. It's like he's human.. but I know he isn't. I know he's a ghost.. but I won't pull away. I love him.

"Is there any way.. I can have you back?" I ask hopefully. He nods. "Wait, really?" I ask again, shocked.

He smiles. "Yes, baby. I don't know what it is, though. I'll find out." He pushes a stray hair out of my face. "I want to be with you again. Here. On earth." He kisses me again and it feels like he never left. "Go back to sleep. I'll figure out everything. I love you."

I obey and climb back into my bed. He stays for about a minute and slowly fades away. All I know is that I want to find the son of a bitch who killed Scott.