The Resembling

Chapter 2

Adna POV

        I wouldn't have even recognized her if she hadn't spoken after what felt like half an hour of me just staring at her.

        "Hey, stop beating yourself up. It wasn't your fault." It was Haley, truly Haley. She was completely different from the last time I had seen her breathing and alive. Her hair was a knotted mess, she wore no make, her eyes we sunken into her skull which were accessorized with dark, purple bags under them.

        "Hay...Haley, how did y-" I stopped, unable to find the words. My head was spinning. I was really seeing her, talking to her. I was doing all the things that I had been praying to do since the day she was hit by that car. But now, it just seemed wrong. I was waking the dead, disturbing her "rest in peace".

        "Darling, that doesn't matter. I'm just here to make sure your okay." She explained in a sympathetic tone.

        "Me? Your here to make sure I'm okay?" I shouted to her. I laughed at myself and my moment of insanity. It wasn't real. I was so depressed and upset for the past few months I must have just snapped under the pressure. I closed my eyes and held them shut for a little bit. I let the forceful rain soak my dark grey sweatshirt and the muddy ground cover my jeans. When I opened them again, she was gone. It was as if she was a distant memory that just disappeared.

        "So, how is he doing?" I jumped at the question and whipped my head around to her voice.

        "What, did you just think I was a figment of your imagination? I expected you to know better. So, how is he doing?" She asked with true curiosity. As she waited for me to answer, she walked around to her headstone and studied it's gloomy decorative flowers.

        "Seriously, does anybody ever water these?" She pointed to the dying red roses cascading from the podium of the very stone that had her name and date of birth and death carved into it.

        "What do you mean "him"? I asked, not knowing what else to say other than Yeah, I have been a total jerk to him and really I can't answer that question because I have been completely ignoring him, but I need space, you know?She looked up at the sea of grey blocking any sign of sunlight and laughed in unison with a clap of thunder.

        "He is obviously not good, just look at this storm. Has he been calm lately, is this the first storm since-"

        "How should I know! I am not his mother, I don't need to be watching him every moment of everyday! God, everybody cares about themselves now. Does no one realize that your DEAD! It has been barely a year and everyone has just moved on and forgot anything happened. It;s like you never even existed!" I stand up as I spill the anger that has been building up inside of me for so long.

        "Hey, calm down. It's normal for people to let go, and you should too. It doesn't mean that you will forget about me, but stop obsessing over me, and stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault!" She yells. I know she is trying to reassure me that it's okay to let go, but...but...

        "Why am I even arguing with you? You are not real! This is me, it's my mind playing with my emotions. I am just imagining it all!" I scream as I fall to my knees. I cry into the sleeves of my -already -damp sweatshirt and let myself breakdown. I just sit there for a few minutes, but eventually pick myself up along with the vase holding the roses. I throw them to the ground and replace them with a single white rose that my pocket had held.

        "It was time for some change." I whisper as I place the vase back where I found it, and look up at Haley.

        "Happy Birthday, Addie!" She said in an unexpectedly cheerful tone.

        "What? It's not, why did you say that?" I asked in quite confusion.

        "Just in case I don't see you then, it's only a couple days away. I know you love your birthday, as it's also Halloween, so I didn't want to miss saying it. You know, in case we don't have the same emotional bond." Her explanation still seemed more confusing than ever.

        "You mean, I have to know you, to have an "emotional bond" to ever see you again?" I asked, almost more scared than I have ever been.

        "Not exactly, you could just clear your mind, close your eyes, and concentrate very hard. Then you could see every spirit in this entire graveyard." She exclaimed with a little bit of excitement.

        "That's absurd. If that were true, than everyone would see ghosts, or spirits, everyday! I must be dreaming!" I shouted. My head was spinning.

        "No, just you, Addie. You have a gift, like Lucus, except yours is called spirit walker, where you can actually see and talk to spirits. And Lucus, well Lucus..." Her voice trailed off and she looked up into the sky as a shard of lightning flew threw the sky.

        Every bone in my body was shaking. I stared at her with crazy eyes, and she just stood there staring back. Then, I gently closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and concentrated very very hard. When I opened them, she was gone.

        "This...is...real..." I whispered to myself as I ran out of the graveyard and to the house of the only friend I had left, Lucus Eastman.