There have been a lot of theories about what happens when you die, but nothing ever prepared me for this.
Being back on Earth sends warning signs to my brain and to my heart but I have to complete this task. It's either this or hell. Both seem equally appealing at the moment.
It's weird to feel the air swirling around me, to feel the ground solid beneath my feet. It is also weird that no one can see me or feel me. I wander through the crowded house, searching for Bentley. I can feel her panic rising in my own chest. I have to find her.
I've been watching over Bentley for a while now back at the station. The other guardians there tried to prepare me for how it would feel to be back on Earth, for how it would feel to be back in this body again, for how it would feel to feel again.
My head is in a daze but I come to a door. I know she is in there. I walk through the closed door, the odd sensation making me shiver. She sits kneeling next to the toilet, her beautiful brown hair pulled aside. Her usual pale face is pink and blotchy but she looks just as beautiful as she ever does, if not more so.
At the station, they told us that our protected wouldn't ever be able to directly hear us, but would receive our voices as they would their thoughts in their head. We were told to only interfere when necessary, and not to force our protected to do anything drastic.
I kneel down next to her, and place my hand on hers. I can feel her warmth and it gives me a sick feeling to my stomach. I groan and move back away from her.
"Lee. You're okay, you are strong and you are beautiful. You are better than this. You are not weak." I murmur softly to her. She keeps crying but the sobs have quieted down into silent crying. She wipes her face and stands up, tears still pooling in her eyes. She walks over to the mirror and stares at herself, her face scrunching up in what looks like annoyance. I want to laugh, because she looks adorable when she does that, but then she opens up the drawers in the cabinet and starts shifting through different pills and other items stacked in there.
My stomach drops. "Bentley. You are better than this. Think about your best friend. Think about your family. Think about your future."
She stops in her searching and breaks down again. Full sobs rack her chest and my heart crashes in my own.
Three knocks and then I hear her friends voice. "Lee, I know you're in there. Please come out. We can go back to my house and eat pop corn and watch movies and talk about it. Or we can just sleep. I'm good now I promise and I'm really sorry."
The girl, she should be sorry. She pissed me off earlier when she ran off, halfway drunk off her ass, leaving Bentley alone and by herself. She has to know that Bentley isn't okay right now and hasn't been for a while.
Bentley croaks, "Thanks Issie, give me a second."
I hear whispers on the outside of the door. Issie and I think that dude Brett, who definitely has a thing for Bentley but isn't man enough to say anything about it. Bentley stand up and brushes off her clothes, a habit I've noticed she does a lot, and tentatively turns the knob. As soon as the door is open, Issie and Brett are both there and wrap their arms around Bentley.
"Guys, I'm okay. Thanks." She pulls away and smiles weakly.
We all know this is a lie, but hopefully it won't be one forever.
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I Feel You
ParanormalA broken girl in a broken world. She doesn't know what to do anymore, doesn't want to be here anymore, and a few more days and she might be gone. He wants to help her. That's his job, but how is he supposed to help a girl who cannot see him?
