Mute

Chapter 23- Sister

Kat's P.O.V:

After I caught my mum up on everything that had happened the last few days (she knows sign language) I went up to my room to start unpacking.

"You finally decided to have some alone time with me?" I heard the perky voice behind me and turned around.

"It's not like that Lucy, you know I love the boys and I wanted to get out for the first time in forever" I said, walking up to her and hugging her.

"Yeah yeah" she said angrily, but it was easy to tell that she was just acting by the smile on her face.

"It does feel nice to be able to speak again though, I was scared I would lose my voice if I went any longer" I said with a sigh, walking over to my corner of instruments and setting up my microphone.

"You sure you're still okay with this? It's been 5 years" Lucy said and I looked at her, sadly smiling.

"It's worth it" was all I said, turning back to the microphone and turning it on. I connected it to my computer and started recording, picking up a guitar. I started singing, getting lost in the music.

Let me explain to you what's happening. Lucy, the girl that I was speaking- yes, speaking- to, is my sister. Well, my dead sister. Wait, that came out wrong. Okay, let me just tell you the story from the beginning. It all started when I was 13...

"Bye Mickey, by Ashy, bye Lukey!!" I screamed happily, waving at them one last time before my mum closed the door.

"Did you have fun today Kat?" My mum smiled down at me.

"Yeah! A lotta fun!" I said, grinning goofily as my mum giggled at my childish antics.

"Why don't you go get ready for bed. I'll be up in a few" she said and I nodded, running up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door behind me. As soon as it was closed my smile fell, and I walked over to my bathroom. My reflection showed a happy, normal 13 year old girl that was hiding her true self from the world. I only hid myself because it's terrible. My true self has anxiety, depression, and so much more that I couldn't even control it. I'm honestly surprised that I'm still alive.

"Hi" a teenage voice came out of nowhere. I started to scream but a hand clamped over my mouth and for some reason I relaxed, turning around to see a faded figure of a pretty, teenage girl behind me.

"Who are you?" I whispered out once she let go of me.

"Im your sister" she said with a smile on her face but it stopped once she saw my horrified one.

"I don't have a sister" I said warily and she looked at me with sad eyes.

"Well, that's what mum told you. But you really do. And that's me" she explained and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Why am I supposed to believe you?" I asked and she had a blank expression on her face.

"Mum took you to the ER when you were two because she was scared you were dying even though you literally just sneezed" she said and my eyes widened.

"Oh my God I have a sister!?!" I yelled and she 'shushed' me.

"Please don't be too loud, mum obviously doesn't know I'm here" she said, motioning to her ghostly form.

"Well I'm so happy because now we can do a bunch of sisterly things and I can introduce you to my three best friends and-" I started to get excited but she cut me off.

"Kat, I'm afraid this isn't going to be so easy if you want me around. You see, ghosts aren't supposed to interact with humans because they can't share with others that they have talked to a ghost because it will cause chaos. So, in order for me to be able to hang out with you, and you only, you.. you can't speak verbally to any other human" she explained and my eyes went wide.