"This seems like a relaxing place to eat" Caleb murmured as he sat down next to me.
Lunch was something I was always ready to do. I mean I was very hungry.
I quickly sat down and tried not to look so greedy as I reached for my pizza slice.
"I'm so hungry I could die!!" Caleb groaned taking a bite out of his pizza slice. How could he look so normal? I ate my pizza tasting the stringy cheese and spicy flavored peperoni. My stomach grumbled in agreement as I swallowed.
"So how old are you Medium?" Nageeta asked trying to be polite as she sipped her water. "I'm 16" I said. "Hmm...not old enough to drink yet..." Caleb mumbled. "Aren't you to young to drink too?" I muttered. He shrugged, "I was held back from graduating so...here I am as a 18 year old." I almost smirked but I remained with a blank expression as I said, "I doubt you're supposed to be drinking at that age either. I think you're supposed to be 21 to be able to drink."
Caleb's eyes widened, "Wait so....I should be in jail?" "Depends have you already drank alcohol?" I asked. Caleb huffed and that pretty much answered my question.
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After hours of being at school, Owan and I were finally going home. It was an awkward walk back home. Just me and him, side by side....alone. Not that I really cared. I mean he wasn't an interesting person. And the house wasn't that far so not much to worry about.
"So...did you um like it at school?" he asked breaking the silence. I gazed at the house we were passing, "Um...yeah. Your friends weren't weird." "Yeah they're pretty easy to talk to if you're not such a pain" Owan nervously asked.
"Owan why did your parents adopt me?" I asked out of nowhere. The question had been nagging me for a long time so I guess it was okay to ask. I looked at him. His eyes looked down at the sidewalk, "I don't know. Maybe they wanted a daughter that badly." "But why me?" I asked. He shrugged, "You're an interesting person up close. Maybe they saw something they liked." "Are you saying that because you find me interesting or because they told you that?" I curiously asked gazing intently at his freckled face.
Owan blushed, "Um I don't know..." His response made me smile. He was sort of cute when he blushed. The geeky face just never vanished.
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Dinner was delicious...even though I didn't show it. I ate grilled fish with mashed potatoes and bread rolls. Pretty good right?
"Medium I put a nightgown for you to wear to sleep. It's not uncomfortable I assure you. It's very ladylike and I expect you to be one. My servants will help you if you don't know how to put it on which I doubt you don't" Mrs. Huff said as we ate. "I am not lady material if you haven't noticed" I muttered as I tugged on my hood.
"You could give it a try. It's not such a bad thing dearie. Trust me" Mrs. Huff smiled. I shrugged. Nothing was going to change me. Never. And that is how I was going to make my life.
"Okay...well...I'm going to sleep now" I got up and walked out as quickly as I could before she lectured me on how to leave with good manners.
I rushed up the stairs and opened my bedroom door to find the nightgown Mrs. Huff had told me about on the bed.
"Ugh" I muttered approaching the bed and grabbing the nightgown. It was a spaghetti strap dress short to my knees. It had a light purplish color with the top embroidered with black lace. The top was a bit cleavage showing but luckily it was to be worn only at night.
Once I had it on I snuggled my way into bed and closed my eyes. Taking deep breaths before sleeping.
Some might say sleeping always has bad and good dreams. That they always shift into one another. But that wasn't the kind of dreams I had. Mine were real.
I walk in my dreams and I can manipulate what I do without having other things manipulate my actions. Just like I was dreaming right now.
I stood there in a foggy alley with graveyards around me. Blurry figures of the ghosts lingered by me as I walked down the alley.
I kept hearing whispers that I couldn't really distinguish. Ugh I hated that. I saw a tree at the far end of the alley. There were endless gravestones but out of all of them only one stood out to me. And it was right in front of the willow tree.
As I approached it I noticed that it didn't have a ghost around it. It was alone and silent. I kneeled to get a closer look at the name on it. There was a D at the beginning but the rest of the name was gone. Maybe because it had rotted away.
I touched the stone and suddenly the ground shook. I got up and looked around frantically. What was going on? Something started to pull me out of my unconsciousness. "No wait!" I gasped trying to hold on to the gravestone. I couldn't leave just yet!
But it was to late for that because I was pulled back into my former self and my eyes jerked open to find two eyes staring at me.
I opened my mouth to scream but a hand covered it before a sound could escape.
A full formed male ghost stared back at me. He had half black and half white hair with one green and one blue eye. An aura of golden surrounded him making him seem majestic which was good because he was...handsome.
"Please don't scream" he said with wide eyes. I swallowed and nodded reluctantly. Once his hand was away from me, I stared at him shocked that he could touch me and talk to me clearly. "H-how...W-what are you------why--how are you talking to me?" I finally asked despite all the questions in my head.
"I am Aiden. You're Medium I guess since you can see me" he scooted away from me, probably giving me some space from the astonished look I had on my face.
"I was sent here because The Council told me that ghosts are starting to look up to you now that you are old enough to help the Lost Souls" Aiden said. I stared at him, "What are you talking about?! What Lost Souls? Do you mean...the ghosts?" "Yes. But they are referred to as Lost Souls. Lost Souls need someone to help them get over their problems that have kept them from moving into the Afterlife" Aiden explained.
I sucked in all the info I was getting. "So...what are you trying to tell me? That I am the one who's supposed to help them? I mean how do you tell me this now!" "Names can be pretty powerful. Your parents named you Medium. Medium is a person who can see ghosts. Which puts you in this place" Aiden shrugged nonchalantly.
I gripped the sides of my bed. "No. I thought the fire had made me see things" I mumbled to myself. "The fire made you start to see the ghosts at an early age which you weren't supposed to. Though...I assure you there is a reason everyone is named. Your parents must have had a reason to put a name on you like that" Aiden explained.
I swallowed, "My parents are...dead. They were perfectly normal people. How could they have known about any of this and how come I didn't die with them?" My voice cracked on the last sentence. Talking about them pained me even more than it should by now.
Aiden shrugged, "Things involving death and souls work in mysterious ways. We...(he hesitated) can work together and find out for ourselves. I can teach you how to help ghosts and..."
"No! I do not want your help in anyway!" I glared at him, "Why cant you do it yourself?" "I wish I could but I wasn't meant for that. I'm just here to guide you" Aiden murmured. "Then get out of my room and life! I don't need other things to ruin my life again! So...go away!" I angrily said to him.
Aiden gazed at me with a bit annoyed expression and slowly began to fade away.
I swallowed and realized my hands were shaking. How could he come and tell me this now?!
I closed my eyes and sat there for a few minutes letting my nerves calm down and trying not to scream in rage. Both emotions of anger and sadness revolving into each other.
(Okay so....I hope you like Aiden. And the new big truth. So comment, vote, read if you pretty much liked it so far.) :)
(Also stay tuned to see more about Medium in the next chapter...yeah I know that was a cheesy saying. Meh -_-)
