Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

Melissa The Ghost Whisperer Part 1

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The afterlife. It's kind of a funny thing. So is death. You could think you're rid of your past...the ones who were involved...but it'll always be there...they will always be there...whether it'll be to haunt you...or just be there for you. Even if you can't see your loved ones once they die, they're still there...judging...being skeptic of your choices...maybe they're proud...maybe they're disappointed...but either way they're always watching. You can't salt and burn their bones all you like but they'll still be here. And most of all they're doing they're best to protect you. Think about it...when you drop something heavy and it's ready to fall on your foot, you think it misses because you were too fast for it. But maybe it was that split second of your loved one being there for you and moving it slightly to the right. Or when we get a bad feeling about walking down one walkway and then you decide to go down another...then an hour later you find out someone got mugged at the same time you were supposed to be on that walkway. It isn't ust because you have "good instinct". Everyone needs some help to make these good decisions...to stay out of trouble...to keep from getting hurt. And if our parents can't be the ones to get the job done...then who's the next best thing? Guardian angels? If there is such a thing.... Sure, it can be your guardian angel, if you believe in that stuff...but I'd say it's the afterlife that's among us that helps us gets by...but who helps them?

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Our last case we were dealing with some kind of Japanese freaky ass ghost that apparently you could only see when you were plastered. Usually I would think that was awesome...but since it just made my job harder...it wasn't so awesome. Plus we ran into that Garth guy again...remember, when Sam tried to marry that psychotic Becky girl? Yea, him. So that just made things even more...interesting. One beer for him and he was gone. But anyway...while this case progressed...things started to get...weird. Too weird. Even for me. We encountered the ghost and well...I could've easily ended up in the hospital...again.

The ghost shot me across the room in the warehouse we were fighting her in and I flew into a rope that snapped and a bunch of crates started to fall...but right when I was expecting the worse...I saw they were just floating in the air and then fell to the side of me. And when I stood up I tried to push them myself and I could barely do it with my strength alone. I could've been really badly hurt...but I wasn't...and the way the crates fell was just...illogically impossible...if that makes sense. And then Dean goes on to say that his sword (to kill the ghost with) was a good five feet away from him but then slid over to him so he was able to pick it up and stab the ghost. I mean...what other kind of forces were in that warehouse with us that night? Is it too ridiculous to think we had some help from the other side? It just seems too crazy to me....

I've already had my thoughts filled with the idea that Bobby is still around but I don't tell the others because I don't want to sound crazier than I already am. And besides, Dean has already made it clear that he has taken the role of believing Bobby is still around. We did salt and burn his bones...but Dean has that damn flask...but Sam said he used the talking board and nothing happened...I just...I wish he would make it more clear to us if he was really here. Even when he's dead, Bobby is still a pain in the ass.

"Are you pregnant...again?" Dean asked as we all got on the hood of the car to eat our tacos. Mine just happened to be over flowing.

"Umm one: I'm insulted. And two: no. I'm not you moron" I smacked him upside the head. "I'm just starving because someone couldn't decide if he wanted a friggin taco or a burger" I argued.

"It's a delicate decision to make" he defended.

"Yea whatever...at least we can always count on one thing...the world may be screwed to hell but our tacos will still be the best no matter where we go" I groaned in pleasure as I took a bite.