Gone Ghost

Chapter Twenty-Seven: He's All I Have Left

        It's a good thing Aiden had his wallet because we wouldn't have anything. We got a car from the dealership (a gift from a friend).
The black ford focus wasn't as hot as the cobra, but it was good enough. We found a hotel to stay in for a few days, and we bought some clothes, toiletries, and weapons. I made sure to keep my face hidden. We also made sure to wash our faces, so nothing was suspicious. Other than that, we didn't really care about anything else. We just wanted to go to sleep somewhere, anywhere. When we got to the hotel, we showered, put on some different clothes, and ate some hotel dinner. We didn't have much of an appetite, especially Aiden. He only ate a waffle, his favorite food, and was staring at the rest of his meal. I hated to see him like this, he was usually was a happy, cheery person.
"Aiden," I reached for his hand, "are you going to be alright?"
He looked up and linked his fingers with mine, "I'll be alright, how about you?"
I didn't like the way his face looked that moment, he looked like he was sick. His eyes were red like he had rubbed them a thousand times and they were misty. David was his friend. Not only did we lose David tonight, we lost Fa Liang, who was a father figure to both of us. He had helped me too many times all because Fa made him promise. Right now he needs me. Even if I'm on the brink of losing it too.
"I asked you first, and I can tell you're not being honest with me. I invented the 'I am okay' lie. So tell me, what's wrong?" I said.
He looked down, "David and I were high-school best friends. We kept in touch while Fa was training me. And now I lost him."
"Not completely, he's still with us. You'll see him in the littlest things. Trust me, I know" I said.
"How can you deal with losing so many people?" He asked.
"Because I've always had at least one person to stand by me" I replied.
We stared at each other -- he was staring at my eyes.
Was it the scar? God, I hate it so much. It's probably the reason he stares at my eyes so much. It's probably my most apparent feature. Maybe one day it'll be my identity! Why am I worrying about it so much right now? I just can't stop!
"You know, you might not believe me, but I love your scar" he said. 
WHAT? Wait, huh? He likes it? No way. Nope. I don't believe him, at all.
"Why?" I asked.
"It makes you look cool and -- badass. I like the fact your eyes are different colors too. It makes you look unique" he replied.
"You like different?"
"Yes I do."
I realized we were still holding hands and pulled mine away from his.
"So, are you done eating?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied and we put our plates away.
We walked up the stairs, down the hallway, and Aiden used the keycard to get into the hotel room. I looked at his black hoodie. It was on the floor; ready to be washed, so it doesn't smell like smoke. I wanted to wear it --- or at least something of his. He smelled so nice, and it made me feel comfortable whenever I went to sleep at night. And it made me feel warm on the cold January nights. I remeber the day he gave it to me. I had a nightmare. It was so bad that I was shaking and cold. He gave me his hoodie and I felt warmer. He pulled me close and..... I realized I was staring at it. I blinked and started to grab more pajama-like clothes than what I was wearing. I put on a gray and black, baseball Henley t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. I put my hair in a French braid. It was loose, of course, because I was always terrible at braiding. I looked at my scar.
He likes it?
I was leaning over the bathroom sink; picking at it.
Why would anyone like it? I mean, no one likes it..... but he does....
Snap out of it! Get a hold of yourself!
C'mon!
I leaned back and walked out of the bathroom. He went to his room and I went into mine.
I- I don't want to be alone...... not tonight.... sh- should I ...., I looked at the closed door that lead to his room.
Should I sleep with him tonight? I want to be near him.... I don't want to be alone.... should I sleep with him tonight..? I don't understand why I so badly want to be near him.... I've been fine multiple times before....
I kept looking at the door, I'll be fine.
I walked to the bed and crawled in. I pulled the covers over me and finally went to sleep. I thought tonight I'd be okay. I thought tonight maybe I'll only have a small nightmare. But I was wrong.
I was in the hotel. It was dark, cold, and no one was there. I was roaming the halls looking for Aiden. I looked down and I was in some kind of blue dress -- that looked suspiciously similar to the one of Taylor Swifts Out Of The Woods music video outfit.
"A dress.... with no shoes.... seriously?"
I said as I picked up the skirt and immediately dropped it.
"Okay, focus, room 129" I walked down the halls looking for our hotel room.
Room 123, room 124, room 125, room 126, 127, 128, and.... room 129! I opened the door. Aiden was there, but he was chained to the dresser and there was a lot of blood. I ran to him, "Aide? Aiden? Aiden!" I checked his pulse it was there but it was becoming more faint with every beat. I found his pocket knife that he always kept on him and used the tiny scissors to pick lock. I freed him, laid him on his back, and found the source of the bleeding. It was a stab wound. I cut pieces of the bed sheets and used them as bandages. I put pressure on the wound and, as soon as I put some make-shift bandaging on him, I did CPR.
"You are not dying on me" I said as I was trying to start his heart.
"It won't work" a little girls voice said.
"No, not you" I looked over my shoulder. It was little me. Little seven year old me.
"He's dead. It's all your fault. Just like eveeythikng else. You killed your parents, you killed Jackie, you killed David, and now Peggy's been captured and Aiden is dying" she talked as I did CPR.
"He's not dying on me not today" I pumped his chest.
She ran up next to me and yelled "HE'S DEAD! AND YOU KILLED HIM!"
I blinked and Aiden disappeared. He was gone.
"What did you do? Where is he? Where did you put him?" I rambled on.
"The real question is, what did you do to him?" She enfasised "you" as she pointed at me.
"I found him like this."
"What makes you think your subconscious didn't do anything," She asked, "or that you did anything before?"
"I. Didn't. Do. Anything."
"Keep telling yourself that. Maybe it'll make you feel better. But we all know deep inside that those are lies. You're lying to yourself, and you won't admit it."
"I'm not. I didn't do anything. It's not my fault... It's not my-my fa-fault."
"It is. It's always your fault."
"It's m-my..... GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I grabbed her head and broke her nose with my knee. The scenery changed. We were in the middle of the woods.
So this is some kind of replica of Taylor Swifts Out Of The Woods music video, I thought.
I heard snarling from wolves. I looked over my shoulder, and suddenly wolves were behind me.
And apparently it just got real, I thought as I started running.
Please don't bite me, please don't bite me, please bite me, good doggies, at the end you you're with me, so please stop chasing me, I ran to the edge of a cliff.
Well shit, I thought. I heard snarling and I jumped into the water below.
The scenery changed, and I was in a glass box that was filling up with water. Little me was there.
"Choke on you're lies" she said. She turned a metal wheel, and the water starting feeling up the box even faster. She smirked.
You're supposed to be innocent not a little she-devil.
I kept hitting and punching the glass box. It didn't work. I saw Aiden. He was still unconscious. Or at least he looked like it.
"AIDEN!" I punched and punched the glass box until it finally gave. I blinked and there was heart monitor next to him. 30 beats per minute, 20 bpm, 10bpm....
Don't die on me, I thought as I raced towards him.
7 beats per minute, 6 bpm, 5 bpm,  4bpm....
I started to do frantically try something, anything to charge his heart. I found an outlet and thought of the worst Idea possible. I got his pocket knife put it in his hand, and jammed it in the outlet.
2 bpm, 122 bpm.
I saved him, I thought as my eyes were slowly closing.
Then something slapped me across the face. And guess who it was? Little me.
"Did you really save him?" She smirked as she held a knife. She then stabbed him right in the heart. And the heart monitor went straight to zero. I screamed as I threw against the wall and punched her in the face. I knew it was Brianna.
"GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD!" 

I woke up with a start. Aiden was right by me.
"Okay, okay, just calm down" he said.
I looked up at him, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Suddenly I wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed.
"What happend?" He asked.
"I lost you," I whispered.
He held me tighter, "You'll never lose me."

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long! I've been working a lot on school and stuff. Geometry is hard 😪 and so is swimming sometimes. Anyways I had an artist draw a portrait of Alice:

Kylie Perrin is the artist. And soon the action pose version of Alice will be here soon. Thank you guys for all the veiws. Btw, this picture and the action pose one will be in my schools magazine In their next addition. With a segment of the book. Thank you guys so much for everything! I love you guys! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving and you all have a Merry Christmas (is it too early to say that?) Lol.