The Unseen

Estella's Guardian

Felicity led me to the twelf room down from hers.  We then creeped into the room.  

“Hello, Miss Angelica.” Felicity smiled “This is Cole, Estella’s brother.”

“Oh! I’ve seen so much of you Cole!” She stood up, “I’m Angelica, Estella Vonne’s guardian angel.”

She grinned brightly.  

“Is she alright?” I asked “Does she know?”

Angelica looked down at her monitor before flipping it around so I could see.  

On the screen I saw Estella, she was sitting in my bed in mom’s arms.  Estella’s hazel eyes were glossy and her fair cheeks were streaked with tears.  Mom was whispering into her ear.  Estella latched to a teddy bear that used to belong to me and she was wearing the Clockwork Orange shirt that I wore all the time.

I shut my eyes and tried to hold back tears.  Estella was my best friend, and to see her so distressed hurt like nothing else.  

Its pathetic, a sixteen year old boy, best friends with a six year old girl who was claimed as the ‘mistake.’

I was suppose to be an only child.  But then mom found out Estella was there and poof Mom and Dad’s dream of a perfect three-person-family vanished. Mom was going to get rid of Estella, but I begged her not to, and you can’t really fight with a nine-year-old who has no friends and comes home crying from school because the people there are so terrible.  

But, now my parents perfect family was back to the way they wanted it.  A mommy, a daddy, and a kid.  A perfect kid, might I add.  I was never perfect.  Now that I was dead, I wouldn’t ever be perfect.  

Felicity walked me back to my room, which was room nine-fourteen.  She sat me down on the bed.

“Cole, why don’t you get some sleep.  Its been a long day.” she said quietly. “I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll get you marked.”

Felicity switched the lights so there was just the tiniest bit of light, then flipped on a blue boxy radio that was filled with a playlist of my favourite songs.

Did dead people even need to sleep?

I didn’t care.  I was tired and my eyes were puffy.  I was ready for this nightmare to end.

I drifted off into a deep sleep.  It was the best sleep I had had in years.

I suppose dead people don’t have insomnia.