My Eyes Pick Up What Most Leave Behind

Chapter Twelve

Alright, it's up. Chapter 12. I really hope this clears things up. Thank you guys so much for reading. For fanning. For commenting. It all means so much to me. Alright. Enjoy, please!!!

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Recap: Someone is murdered in Scarlett's driveway, and she faints 

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Chapter 12

Scarlett

I sat up in bed as I felt a stabbing pain in my head....then everything flooded back.

 That was a weird day. Someone murdered in my driveway? I

 tried talking myself out of it. It was just a dream. Those things don't happen. Then again, does someone you have known for a mere week ask you to travel across the globe with him? Who knows. But that dream I had the morning of the murder sort of makes sense. It reminded me of when I was running. Running away from Erick, that is, after he had asked me to go with him. Sure, I overreacted. But I tend to do that.

 I tried falling back asleep, but my head hurt so bad.

I was seconds away from slipping into a nice sleep when I felt my stomach go into knots. My hair stood on end as a female voice whispered in my ear, "Are you awake?"

 I let out a big sigh before saying, "I am now." I felt the end of my bed cave in as whoever this girl was sat down. I forced my eyes open and looked. It was the same girl that was dead in my driveway! I never thought I'd say that...or think it. 

Her ocean blue eyes were staring at me intently as I propped myself up with pillows.

"Your mom is not home. Your sister is asleep," she said.

Sister? She probably meant Alice. I nodded.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

She bit her lip before starting to speak, "Alright, let me start out with something important. I'm like you-er, I was like you, when I was alive. I could see ghosts. I could talk to them. I could feel things others couldn't." I nodded. "That's what got me here. You see, I don't....didn't, really help the dead."

 I lifted my eyebrows and tilted my head. "Then what did you do?" I pressed.

"I, well, sorta just tried to piss them off." I sighed before shaking my head.

"That was stupid."

She nodded, "I realize that now." She said. "But I have no idea how my death is to be explained. I mean, a dead person killed me. And if we are not careful, you and your family may be blamed." She said, sadly.

 As realization hit me, I slowly widened my eyes. "We will look like murderers." I muttered.

Erick

It has been days. I have not heard from Scarlett since I asked her to go back home with me. God she over reacted! What is it with girls? No, I shouldn't get mad at her...I did kind of freak her out. I need to get that money, or that wedding planned, in seven weeks now. I need to find a job. Or take out a loan! Maybe I can talk my mom out of it.

This is stupid, all of it. All I want right now is for Scarlett to forgive me. To talk to me. To call me. Maybe something is wrong. I did hear about a murder in her neighborhood....I know it wasn't her who was killed, but maybe someone she knew. Maybe I should just call her! No, then I'd look stupid. Like some kind of suck-up.  

Why do I even care? I never care. A girl is just a girl, right? But Scarlett, she is different. Now I sound like some kind of sissy. I think I've fallen for her....but I cant! If we were to marry....our powers would.....no....don't even think that. Why would I want to marry her? But if I don't call her, we may never be friends again. I don't want to lose her forever. Alright. You can do it. Call her! I'm pathetic. Talking to myself, mentally.  I'm going to call her, for real. 

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I stopped at the S's and clicked down to 'Scarlett'. I pushed dial and held the phone to my ear. After a few electronic rings I heard her soft yet slightly distressed voice say, "Hello?'

Scarlett

I was thinking about all of the different kinds of prison sentences I could get. Or worse, my mom. Life in prison! But I didn't do anything! The ghost vaporized into thin air just as my phone rang. I jumped a bit before pulling it up to my ear and saying, "Hello?"

 That all-too-familiar Irish accent replied, "Scarlett! You are alive!"  

I rolled my eyes. "Barely."

 He ignored my sarcasm and continued, "How are you?"

I laughed in spite of my self and spoke, "Fine. Someone was murdered in my driveway, I fainted and hit my hea-"

I was interrupted by a loud shout. "WHAT!?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Yeah, the usual a-girl-was-murdered-by-an-upset-ghost kind of thing" I said, the sarcasm dripping like venom. What did he want now?

"My god, that's scary." he said.

"Kinda." I replied emotionlessly.

 "Scarlett?" He questioned.

"Mhmm?" I mumbled back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so upfront. I'm sorry I asked so much. I rushed it, I know. I just want you to know I'm sorry. Completely."  

What was I supposed the say to that? His adorable accent alone was chipping away at my outer shell already, and starting to drill into my core.

"It's okay, I guess." I sighed out. I caved.

"No, it's not. But I appreciate your forgiveness." He said.

 I smiled and replied, "Sure. I better be going, I'm pretty hungry."

We said our goodbyes and I put my phone down on my bedside table. I was slowly getting up to go feed my rumbling stomach as I heard a ear-splitting scream from Alice's room. I jumped up and thought to myself, why can't we have one day, just one day, without someone screaming?