.Long Lost.

Jinxed

Another visitor.

I can hear them.

I snuggle my head into my crossed arms that rested on my folded knees, a tear slipping down my cheek.

These visits were taking it out of me. Too much to think about when you can't move more than twenty steps.

I'd never felt so trapped in all my life. I felt bare and vulnerable, like some display that people kept coming back to.

If only death was how the atheists thought it to be, that would be an ideal afterlife for me.

I didn't look up as feet shuffled in through the doorway. I tried to convince myself that if I looked up it wouldn't be Danny so I just stayed where I was, head down, drowning in my own misery.

When the person came to a stop directly in front of me I became more curious.

Still, I didn't feel strong enough to deal with whoever it was.

Some part of me hoped it was Danny, the other half was shit scared that it would be. Too many emotions after so many years.

I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

There was a little more shuffling, a bit more clattering until everything became still and quiet once more.

In fact, the silence almost dragged me in, lulling me into a false sense of security, I barely noticed the presence still in the room.

Until they talked.

"Are there-" shit. Jinxed. "-any spirits with me here?"

I reacted slowly, painfully. I pulled my face from where it was hiding and replaced it with my chin, the cold bit at the damp trails stinging my cheeks.

Danny was in front of me looking much worse than the last time I saw him. He was in a mismatched tracksuit, hood up as if he could hide himself. Only problem there being the size of his hoodie, at least a size too small which meant it didn't hang over his face like intended.

I could still see the pale, clammy skin, the drooping eyelids and the dark circles beneath them. He was also growing out a bit of scruff that I wasn't familiar with just yet. 

He was a mess, I'm sure he looked almost as bad as me.

He repeated his question again, startling me with his booming voice.

Only then did I follow where his hands were.

A Ouija board.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, would I have the energy to even work this thing?

Fuck if I wasn't going to try my hardest though.

Bracing myself for what I knew would be a battle with my emotions I placed my fingers on the little plaque opposite his. I was so tempted to touch him, being so close but I knew my energy would be drained if I did.

Staring into Danny's unseeing eyes I began to push the plaque with as much strength as I could. It may feel as light as a feather to the living but it was brick like in its weight to me.

I watched through watery eyes as his breath hitched when the plaque moved.

He believed me now.

I taught him all about the world of the supernatural. I wasn't sure whether I believed in ghosts from the beginning so I learned all of this; the ghost hunting, the Ouija board, the signs that a spirit is present.

He never believed it, he'd always tease me for it.

The plaque finally reached yes and I sighed in relief. Danny on the other hand drew in a deep unsteady breath, his hands trembling on the plaque.