Saving The Ghost Of You ✔ [COMPLETED-Editing!!!]

CHAPTER FOUR

So according to ghost-boy a.k.a Henry Simmons the third--I don't know why he was insisting with that 'third' thing, what was he, the pope?)--he had a car accident two years ago on a bridge between Foxbridge and Lake Hills. He was very specific about the spot.

He said that it had been drizzling that day and he took a drive because he was upset. He had just had a huge fight with his father. His car was safely parked at a side of the bridge and he was standing by the bridge's rail when some car lost control from the road and ran him over the bridge. The next thing he knew was, he was in the hospital staring down at his own body cramped with life support machines. He had thought he was dead, but then he stayed like that for days, screaming at everybody, trying to catch their attention but nobody saw him. Nobody could hear him.

I shuddered as I tried to imagine what it must have felt like. The whole world oblivious of you, even the people you cared about. But then again, I was pretty invisible too when it came to my social life.

"So that was two years ago? What brought you here and what's this thing you keep saying about your soul?" I asked now fully interested.

"Okay, so I was stuck in that hospital for months, watching everybody I knew come to say their emotional goodbyes." The muscles on his jaw twitched and I guess the memories were painful. "So one fateful night I overhear a conversation between my father and the doctor. The doctor wanted him to consider pulling the plug because nothing else could be done. They couldn't bring me back. It hurt you know, I was right there! I was standing right there begging them to look at me, to hear me out. To give me another chance..." he paused and looked away. "Anyways, my father refused to pull the plug."

"It's understandable. You said you were his only child...he was not ready to let go yet..."

"It's not just that Desiree, it has been just the two of us since mom...He's scared of being alone." Henry paused as if he just realized something. "Honestly, I don't blame him, I'm sacred too."

It was hard hiding the vulnerability in his voice and face. Even without knowing him that well, my heart ached for him. Just as fast as it came, his expression changed and he went on as if it didn't bother him.

"Anyways, so the strangest thing happens right after...a reaper comes to claim my soul. So that means I could finally die, you know. Not exist anymore."

"Hold up, a what –now?" I gaped still stuck at the death thingy and something about his soul.

"A reaper, Desiree. Focus." He said and went on as if I was supposed to just get over the fact that reapers, ghosts and souls where everyday things. "He could not find my soul. He said that he was there to claim it but it was not there with my body."

"But I thought that being a ghost meant that you were the soul without the body?" I asked even more confused.

"Well, I thought the same thing too until the reaper said that this..." he gestured at his ghostly body, "was just an empty capsule that I had somehow managed to hide my soul somewhere so I could avoid him claiming it and me dying. But thing is, I had no idea what he was talking about. I did not hide the soul. In fact, I didn't even know what a soul looks like. Do you?"

I shook my head no. Hell, I did not even know what my kidney looked like.

"So, the reaper went all dark and scary on me demanding that I give him back the soul or else if he found it on his own he'd make me suffer."

He paused and eyed me closely to see if I was paying attention. Nope, not ice-blue, grey. I think his eyes were grey. I was paying attention alright.

"So, what has this got to do with me again?" I asked.

"See..." he gestured me to go closer which I did. Weird huh? We were in my freaking bedroom alone! Me and the ghost. Which I think should have scared the shit out of me but somehow I was eagerly caught up in his story. "Now I know where my soul is." He whispered.