Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 125: Back to Work

Authors Note: Wowzers guys, I've lost count of how long it's been since I've updated. I'm so, so sorry.

This is definitely not the update I wanted, I wanted to have more chapters written, but I figured I'd put these up, even though not a whole lot happens.

Thank you for your patience and understanding through this difficult time.

Enjoy!

Chapter 125: Back to Work

One week later...

Zak and I had had little contact over the past week.

The first two days after our blowup, he had tried calling me a few times, but I just couldn't bring myself to answer the phone. He left voice messages, which I had listened too, but despite his apologies and his attempts at reassurances that he would wait "as long as I need to", I was still hurt by what he had said.

Once he realized I wasn't going to answer or return his calls, he sent me text messages. After reading and not responding to the first few, I broke down and finally replied to him. The only thing I could send was "I need time".

As the week passed, the hurt I had first felt had passed, but then confusion set in. I hated the thoughts I began having.

Maybe we shouldn't be together...it's not fair to Zak...he could find someone else that could fulfill all his needs...

After a day of silence, I sent Zak a text saying that I was sorry, but that I just needed time to figure things out. He had replied asking if we could figure things out together – which made my heart ache – but I told him it was something I had to do on my own.

He hadn't sent a reply, and hasn't sent a text since.

Then we had to fly out for our next investigation, which had been roughly a four hour flight. As difficult as it was, I didn't want to be childish about switching seats like I had done in the past, so I sat in my originally planned seat.

I was surprised when Aaron took the seat next to me, and informed me that Zak wanted to "give me space" like I had said I needed. I felt miserable the rest of the flight, but Aaron was good company, and didn't pry into what had happened with Zak and I.

I didn't have my "psychic artistry" episode until we were checked into our rooms at the hotel – thankfully. I had been in my room alone when the attack happened, but once it was over, I wasn't quite as shaken as I had been before.

I suppose I was starting to get used to the episodes.

Once again, I had done three drawings, and only one of them was overly concerning, but mainly because it was creepy.

The first drawing – the worst one – was nothing but trees with a light layer of snow over everything. But the thing that made the drawing creepy was the transparent figure amongst the trees. It was a man, and the only part of him that was visible was from the waist up. Everything from the waist down...simply wasn't there. He wasn't standing behind anything, it wasn't that I hadn't finished drawing him – it was simply just half a man.

The second drawing, which I wouldn't even really consider a "drawing", was just the words "Help Me!", written over and over again all over the page. Some were different sizes, or different styles of writing, but that was pretty much it.

The third drawing, which confused me immensely, was an intersection of roads at nighttime. Streetlights, cars, nothing ghostly or creepy about it.

Once I had studied the drawings enough, I had gone to Aaron's room to show him, and then asked him if he would show them to Zak. I also said I could show them to Billy and Jay later, or if Aaron wanted to, he could show them. He seemed a bit upset when he realized why I was asking this of him, but he gave me a reassuring smile and had replied with "sure Munchkin".