The Lost Soul

Chapter 3

Stacy’s POV-

Did I really just talk to him? It took so much energy out of me to say those few sentences. And is it my job to help him?  David is really nice guy but he has had quite the troubling past. He had to go to counseling because of his friends death. How said it must be to lose a friend that is so close to you. Poor David let it get to him, he sworn to kill the man when he got out of jail. That must be how Catherine felt when I died.

I don’t know much after my death. Though I do remember that Catherine tried contacting me and was at first upset with me not helping her.

My parents were in the living room and I was watching them pack away their stuff. The house phone rang and mom answered it.

“Hello?.. Yes this is her... Now Catherine I have told you to relax and don’t blame yourself... No it is not your fault.... Could have happened any other day.... Now stop it.... Sweety maybe it’s time to go back to the therapist... I understand but you can’t keep beating yourself over with this... I have to finish packing the boxes move date is tomorrow... Yes... Yes I know... Just focus on your job... Yes I know... Okay.. Wait you are the one selling our house? You moved back? When?... You got a job transfer? Well hope you can find a person to buy this home... Okay well stay safe and stop saying it was all your fault and stop saying you’re sorry.... Okay bye sweety.”

That was the night before they moved and I never put the pieces together until now that Catherine was the lady selling this house. Has it been that long since I died? When you’re dead you really lose track of time. Wonder what else I have missed.

I do miss talking to David. He is a really nice kid. He is a little younger than I was when I died. He is out right now which means I am alone. His mom took him to Auburn and that means it is an all day type thing. They have a bond that I wish my parents I had.

My parents never really were there for me, yes they bought me stuff but they only did that because I was lonely. They bought me anything and everything I asked for no matter what. Some say I was spoiled, but I feel like I was lonely. That’s why they bought me Jesse. I use to cry in my sleep and even try to self harm myself. So my parents bought me a dog and that dog turned out to be my other best friend and secret holder.

Oh how I miss her. It hurt so much to see her hope in the truck and be driven away. What I would do to hold and cuddle with her one last time. To feel her soft fur against me and know I would always feel safe. To feel her sloppy kisses in the morning. Run and be free with her on our little walks.

My eyes burn, but I feel no tears. I guess ghosts don’t cry. They also can’t touch others. I can’t ever feel the warm hugs from a friend. Won’t ever get married to a guy that I would have fell for head over heels. I won’t ever experience the pleasure of being a mother and watching my child grow old and I grow old with my husband. Why did I have to die? I had so much to live for! So much that I wanted to do! WHY ME?! WHY!?!?

The lights flickered and the TV was going nuts. Pausing and looking around I saw what I have done. My anger was so powerful that I had enough energy to do all that. I wonder what else can cause energy like that.

Breathing in and out I calmed down and looked outside. Huh, already dark out. Like I said earlier time goes by really quick when you’re dead.

Car lights can be seen and I notice the car. They are back and his mom parks the car and gets out. It looks like they are talking and David, he laughed. He looks so happy. Well until he has to carry six bags of clothes. Man his mom went ham with shopping.

He runs up the stairs and walks right through me. I follow and watch as he puts the bags on the floor by his bed. Quickly he closes his door and looks around. Grabbing his pajamas he leaves the room for a bit. When he comes back he has them on and his day clothes in his hands. He throws them in the hamper and goes on his computer.

“Stacy? If you are in here is there anyway you can give me a sign?” He looks around.

How can I give him a sign? Just get angry again, think about how your parents just moved out and left you. They didn’t stay and acted like you were nothing...

“Whoa! Okay so you are here. That was pretty cool.” I look as I saw his computer was flashing and so were his lights. The radio on his desk was switching stations like crazy as well. I calm down and everything stops. Then someone opens the door.

“Davey Poo, are you okay?” She looks around and sees everything looks alright.

“Yeah mom, sorry must have short suricate or something.” He looks down at his lie and smiles.

“Okay honey, well go to sleep soon.” She closes the door behind her and leaves.

“That was a close one, Stacy? May I ask you a question?” I watch as he looks around for me. Sighing I Used as much power as I could to appear in front of him.

“Shoot with your question Davey Poo.”

“Well, what was it like when you had your last...uh... breath?” He put his head quickly down. Sighing I walk over to him and stand in front of him.

“You feel a slight pain, but not much. Then some memories run through your head. Lastly it goes black. Kind of like the end of a movie. So in a way we are all just part of one big movie. Then one day your movie is over. I guess this is my small sequel.”

He looks up in awe and once again I feel that burning in my eyes and I walk towards the window.

“You know this once was my room?”

“It was? I’m sorry, I can move into the guest room.”

“No, it’s fine. I am dead and can’t touch anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Plus at least I have someone to talk to now. Gets lonely around here.”

He nods and then yawns.

“Hey David go to bed, I will be here tomorrow and can talk more tomorrow.” I need to rest anyways. There has to be a better way to do this. This little time took up so much of my energy and I don’t know how much more I can do this.

“Alright, night Stacy.”

“Night.” With that I went back to being invisible. To think in school I was the exact opposite. Never was invisible and was always seen.