THE SPECTACLE EMANATION OF GHOST CHILDREN

THE SPECTACLE EMANATION OF GHOST CHILDREN Part 2

"Shemeka Davis," I said as I am now standing here in a grievous moment with the overbearing frustrated reality that I am dead. And that was what that warmth of light was for, the dead, and not going into the light did not stop death. However, my father is telling the other driver of the other car, he does not have time to argue, and he needed to take me to the hospital because I could be injured. How was I to tell my father, I was already gone, a conversation that I will never be able to have with him.

"Well, it is nice to meet you Shemeka Davis."

"Steve is this where you died?"

"Well, sort of, I was playing and hanging from this very tree when I fail into an oncoming car. The car was coming pretty fast when it hit me; it hit me so hard it knocked me back in the tree I was playing in, while my body laid in the street. Well, I have been here handing in this tree ever since. I have seen many people come and go but no one died and stuck around like you just did. Come on let's go and have some fun."

"No, I need to stay here with my dad, he is going to be hurt and lonely without me, so I need to stick around and help him with his grieving."

"How will you help him? You are dead; the living won't see the dead. Besides you won't even be missed, because right now he will be trying to get you to the hospital hoping you will live, by the time we get back he'll be just getting home and your death will be just settling in."

"Okay, now that is really cold."

"Ah come on."

"No, I must stay here, I'm not going."

"Well, see you later, but you will see, there is nothing you can do!"

Steve, my Dad, and my body were gone; I was left all alone with no one to talk to. I paced the floor until I came up with a clever way to speak to my dad. So by the time my dad gets home I will have signs all over the house, telling him how much I'm going to miss him and that I am alright, but by the time he did get home, he did not notice any of my signs, I guess they were not clever enough, this ghost phase is just too hard for me.

As I floated to my room with my head hanging down disappointed in my efforts of trying to reach my dad, I stayed in my window seat wondering how could I reach him, so he could pick his self up and not hurt so badly, because I know, he blames his self.

At the same time I see a nice distraction; Steve hanging in his tree, that sat in front of my bedroom window. I wonder how in the world does he cope with this ghost life because he acted like it is a lot of fun. Regardless of being with my dad; I can see, I can not comfort him.

"Hey Steve," I called out to him, hoping he still had plans for us.

"Yeah I'm still here; so what's on your mind little girl?"

"Today, when I was getting dressed for school, was that you I felt in my bedroom?"

"First of all you have been dead now for two days, and yes I know you felt me, by the way, you looked at me, and then act like you might have been imagining things."

"So that was you? Please tell me, how did you project yourself like that?"

"I'm glad you use the word project because that is the secret, projecting is a state of mind if you can feel as you pretend then you can project yourself."

"I'm not quite sure of what you are talking about."

"As a child, you know how you were playing and you are pretending you were in another place, town, or maybe even another person? And you began to feel like you were really there or another person."

"Yeah,"

"Well, it is almost like that. Just focus on projecting energy, feel yourself up with the worlds' exertion; now see yourself communicating and then place yourself where you want to be so you can be with your dad. But I must tell you for the last time the living won't see or hear the dead, it's not that they can't, they just won't."

"Thanks, Steve, I won't forget this."

I hated leaving Steve, for the second time when I know he wanted to spend some time with me, however, my dad needed me more. Well just like Steve said, my dad could not see nor hear me; I tried everything I could to make my dad see me, I moved books, I moved things he was working with like, cooking utensils, I even changed the channel on the television, that still didn't make him see he was being haunted by his daughter's ghost; he just dismiss it like it was just his imagination, I guess I'm not good enough with being a ghost, to make him see that there is a ghost in the house. But watching him hang around the house being sad was hurtful for me, still just for me to know that I was here for him made me feel better.

We both moped around the house, even though we could not communicate with each other. So when he moved, I moved. When he went into the kitchen, I went into the kitchen and watched him prepare his dinner, he then went into the living room to watch television, and I sat down beside him and watch television also.

I didn't know how to stop his pain, first losing my mother and now me; I could not imagine the hurt that he was going through.

Even though I could hear the sounds coming from the tree that Steve was hanging in, I still did not want to leave my dad. At times he would go to my room and sit on my bed and just wept, I could not bear the pain or the tears that was caused for in this trying moment. My father wept so hard, he would collapse between my pillows and just cry out so loudly until he fell asleep.

I can only imagine a vague idea of a mental state that my father was emotionally going through, I don't know what I would do if I had lost him so suddenly, especially after losing my mom, and then didn't have a dad, that would be demoralizing. Still, no matter how hard it was to watch my dad, I stayed; I just could not leave him alone.

The next day my dad got up and got ready for work. I was glad to see him finally pulling himself together. He was going to work and coming home as usual and fixing his dinner as though nothing happened.

I don't really know how I feel about that, I didn't want him to mourn so long but I don't want him to forget about me either.