Phantom's Spark (Book Two of the Phantom series)

The Path I Seek

Skylor's POV:
It was sometime after I first came. I suppose I somewhat settled into a rhythm of life, or rather, afterlife, with Kota. He took care of me, and I was greatful.
But there was still more I needed.
Kota, actually, is renowned for his stews and soups, or so he says. He had made me a bowl of black bean vegetable soup, and had insisted on me trying it.
I tried it.
No one really can describe how heightened one's senses get after blindness. I tasted every part that went into that soup, every individual taste.
But what was the point of this gift if I wasn't alive to experience it all?
"Kota..." I started. "Is there any way someone could... travel to the living world?"
Kota must've been drinking his tea again, because I heard the loud clap of his cup on the table and the racket of his chair as he bolted upward. "Skylor." He announced. "For the entire EIGHT YEARS I have been STUCK IN THIS REALM I have been TRYING to find a way to get out. AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED there is NO POSSIBLE WAY out of the Departed Realm. IS THAT CLEAR TO YOU?"
Kota's voice spiked as he talked, the way it always did when he got worked up about something. I could hear and feel him pounding the table, it vibrated whenever he pressed against it.
I decided to speak up. "Kota, I just want to say; Could there be anything, ANYTHING that can help us get out? I mean, don't you want to get out of here? To live again?"
Kota sighed. "Look,  Skylor." I touched my now-useless eyes. "Sorry." Kota mumbled. "There's been rumors of a few ghosts that made it past the border. But none of them survived a week back there. And... and those guys were fully healthy. Despite being dead of course, but they were HEALTHY! You- me... we're not! I mean, you can't see anymore, Sky! You may have been some big hero when you were alive, but here... here you're just as broken as I am... we're all broken here, Sky? Don't you get it? We're safe here! Sure we're alone and sick and dead but we're safe! I don't want... I don't want you getting hurt..."
Kota was choking on his words. I could clearly envision the man, looking down at his feet, bracing himself on the table, the tears of the dead brimming in his eyes.
"Kota." I said. "I know you don't want me getting hurt. You've lost it all. Well, so have I. I have nothing left to loose."
Kota... Kota died right before saving the world. He lost his entire family and everyone he knew to the disease that claimed his life. He had nothing left to fight for. He had lost hope
I also lost everything. I have myself up so my friends could live. I was brutally murdered by one of my best friends. I was blind, both literally and to the truth.
I had nothing left to loose. I had lost restraint.
Kota and I, we were more similar than at first glance. We both struggled, both now and in the life we left behind. That was what made us strong. What made us fighters. Kota though, seemed to have lost all motivation when death came to him.
I, on the other hand, was fueled.
"Kota." I shouted. I had no idea how far away he was. "I know you hurt."
I stood up.
"I know you feel lost, and empty, and don't know where you're going anymore."
I held out my hand.
"But come with me, and we can go home."
Kota sighed. I could here him turn around. "It's not that simple, Skylor."

A/N: shorter chapter, but hey... blind girl hard to write as. BOI THIS IS A CRAZY BOOK.
ignore my a/n
It's weird.