The Uninvited Guest

Chapter Four

Dead. The word strikes me like a lightning bolt but a thousand times worse. Even though I didn't know Al, or even remember what he looks like, he is Gabe's friend. He didn't deserve to die.

"How could this be?" I ask. He doesn't respond. I know he is thinking about Jarrod. I feel anger bubble inside of me. I'm about to explode when I realize he is mourning, he probably can't help thinking it was Jarrod. All my anger melts away like a Popsicle on a summer day.

"We will find out who. I'm sure of it. I promise you we will." Even though I am not so sure, I know it was the right thing to say.

He doesn't say anything for a while. I feel like I am in an awkward position. I try to change the subject, but I don't know to what. Until, something in the room catches my attention.

"What is that door for over there?" I don't remember it being there when I lived here.

"I have never noticed that before. I'm not sure. I didn't put it there. Maybe you could walk through the door and check it out?" Of course I'm willing too. I want to know what's behind there.

I walk up to it like it is nothing, but as soon as I hit the door, I slam right into it. I cannot go through it. This is the first solid object I cannot go through. How is this possible? I am transparent. How can I not go through this door. This mysterious door.

I must've sat there looking dazed for a while. I finally get out of my daze when I hear Gabe calling my name.

"Anna Lee. Anna Lee. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just have so many questions boggling my mind at the moment about how that could've happened."

"Oh, don't worry. Me too. All of this -you- seems impossible. But this, got even more impossible." I obviously agree. Me being dead and everything is a really strange concept. After I accepted it, and figured out the cool things I can do, I began to like this. I thought life would be better this way, no worries or anything. But now. Now, that I can't go through this one door, it my biggest worry ever. What's behind there and why doesn't it want me to see.

We sit there in silence for a while. Both thinking. I just hope that this is nothing and that we are both overreacting because we are nervous and scared about all of the recent events. I just hope that none of this links back to Jarrod.

Jarrod. I miss him so badly right now. I would do anything to see his eyes. His eyes are as blue as the sky on a hot summer day. His hair is never combed but looked like it was. His hair was a dark brown. It reminded me of dark chocolate. He would work out a lot so he was fit.

I compare him to Gabe. Gabe is practically the opposite. He has green eyes. They are the kind of green that leaves are in the spring. His hair, although it is combed, looks tousled. He has blonde hair with darker roots. And it not fit at all. He looks weaker then all of the other twenty year olds I knew. Although Jarod was still eighteen and in high school, he looked as if he was twenty.

"I just don't know about..." I trail off. I don't know what I'd say if I continued. Everything I want to say. I don't know about me being dead. Or about this mysterious door. Or about anything anymore. About what is fictional and what is not.

And this is the day when I found out that I cannot go through the mysterious door. Another thing I learned about myself.