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

CHAPTER EIGHT

After Mr. Simmons convinced the guards to let us go, we went back up to Henry's room and there he was, lying there peacefully. Almost lifeless. Without wasting time, I took the necklace and put it around his neck and waited. Nothing happened. In all disappointment, nothing happened for the next five minutes. The minutes drifted so slowly, it seemed like a lifetime until something went wrong. The machines stopped beeping and made these weird noises. Nurses ran into the room and the next thing I know was Mr. Simmons and I were being ushered out of the room.

I saw the reaper standing at the far corner of the room. It seemed that everybody was oblivious to the tall scary dude in a dark robe hovering about. Without thinking, I barged back into the room. "Nurses, get that girl out of here!" the female doctor demanded. I refused to leave, if the reaper was there to hurt Henry I was not going to let him. I did not know how I would do it but I was going to fight him before I let him take Henry away. As if reading my thoughts, the reaper turned his gaze towards me, my heart beat even faster. With his left hand, he slowly pulled his scythe from somewhere in his robe and with his right hand, he pulled off his hood and looked directly at me. My blood froze. I wanted to look away but I couldn't not. His bony gnarled hand clutched his scythe tightly and I think he nodded at me. THE FREAKING REAPER NODDED AT ME! And just like that he vanished.

"He's got a pulse!" the doctor announced and startled me back to reality.

Henry Simmons III woke up from his coma at 7:32 pm on Tuesday of March 28th. I think watching Henry finally opening his eyes after two years was one of the happiest moments of my life. I had done it! I had saved Henry Simmons!

Now, before I continue telling my version of events, may I take this time to remind you that this is not a love story with a happy ending. In fact, I don't think this is even a love story to begin with, this is just a story of a girl and a ghost who did not recognize her when he came back to life, literally. Henry did not remember me. He was too polite to ask me who the hell I was but the look in his eyes said it all. He was surprised to notice me standing there. I was as a stranger. With all honesty, it stung a little. I don't know what I expected but it definitely wasn't that so I decided that it was not even right staying behind and trying to remind him of everything that had happened when he was a ghost. Besides, two years was a long time, Henry needed time alone with his father. I managed to slip out of the room unnoticed, feeling empty and invisible to again.

So you can imagine what had happened when I got back home that night, my parents were dead furious and worried sick. The stories that I had lost it at school and kidnapped Skye Jackson had already reached them, perks of living in a small town but of course my parents didn't believe the ridiculous rumors. I mean, they knew I was strange but not psychotic.

I was not ready to explain myself or maybe I just couldn't 'cause I didn't even know how to. My oh—so furious mother grounded me for life and then realized that she had already played that card so instead she declared I was to get no allowance, no phone or computer and do all house chores for three months. Knowing my mom, I think I came out pretty well off. My parents had to come in to school the following day to meet the principal. I was being suspended from school for two weeks for my strange behavior and damaging school property (as if they could prove that one). Anyways, given my very 'long' history of detention, suspension was the only way. Not bad huh? Oh, and did I mention that I was to see a shrink two times a week. Sweet! Throughout the ordeal my mom kept giving me that look as if my head had suddenly sprouted a dick on top.

Have you ever had an imaginary friend when you were little? I had, his name was Boxer. (Trust me, I can't quite remember why I gave him that horrible name but that's what I called him.) In my head Boxer was energetic, joyful and fun. He was always there and we had so much fun together. Boxer would always manage to take my mind off bad things like bullies, the dentist's appointment or when my parents delayed to pick me up from school. I don't quite remember what had happened but somewhere along the way we stopped being friends. Probably because being with Boxer made me realize how different I was from other kids.

With Boxer around, I missed out on a chance of making real friends and I attracted a whole load of bullies so I had to let him go. That was probably one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my entire childhood life – (Number one spot always goes to jumping off Mrs. Contreras' balcony thinking I was wonder woman) – Boxer made me happy but after letting him go, I realized that I couldn't make friends and later on I convinced myself that I did not need any. See, Henry was so much like Boxer! I mean, not the annoyance, the English accent and definitely not the devilishly good looks Henry had because Boxer was a tiger. (Yeah, I had a talking tiger as an imaginary friend, deal with it!)

Anyways, the charm, protectiveness, and energy were just like Boxer. Maybe the real reason I gave in into helping Henry Simmons' life was because he reminded me of Boxer and being the only person who could see him gave me some sort of possessiveness over him. He was a friend that I never had. Henry Simmons was Boxer.