Ghost ❣︎ [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 12

I had taken the day off. I called in and told Debbie that I was sick. I was not really sick. It was just helping that little boy really took a toll on me. It affected me deeply inside.

I knew the other boys were going to be pissed off at me. And they might take it out on me. Would Michael protect me if they did? Really be on my side? Fully?

I was worried. I was scared of that one Lost Boy Charles. He was out to get me. He did not trust me. He made that perfectly clear. He wanted me gone. That might even mean he wanted me left for dead. I lay in bed. I cover up my head as the sun shined through. I was close to tears. Gram would tell me to go back into work. Face my fears like a woman.

My mom would tell me to quit my job. And that was the very last thing I wanted to do. Michael and the Lost Boys needed me. I also kept thinking about that kiss we shared.

I was not helping Michael to want to cross over. Kissing him was going to make him want to stay here. Maybe that was not good for him. Maybe he should cross over. Be at peace. Though deep within me I wanted to keep him here. Was I selfish?
Someone knocks on the door.

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"Come on in" I speak up.

It was my mother. She brought me breakfast. "Here you need to eat! I know you said you did not want to right yet. But we made pancakes, I know they are your favorite" she tells me. "Well for breakfast"

"Thanks mom" I say as I smile at her.

"Are you on your period?" she has to ask.

I groan. "Mother!" I snap.

"Well I bet know what it is" she speaks up. She sets the tray of food down on my dresser. She stands over me then brushes my bangs out of my face.

"You do huh?" I sigh.

She nods as she sets down on the bed beside me. "I felt the same way when I first helped a young spirit cross over. Was I doing the right thing? Where did they leave to? Why do people have to die so young" she begins to explain to me.

She did know!

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"That is part of it. I am scared to. One boy is challenging me. He does not want to cross over yet. I can't reach him at all" I sigh.

"Michael?" she asks me.

I shake my head. "This boys name is Charles. He was twelve when he passed away" I explain.

"Oh" mother says.

"I fear he will be angered with me when he finds out I helped his friend cross over" I tell her.

She hugs me. "You will be fine. Remember, you are stronger than they are! They need our strength to be able to do anything. Without the living they are nothing. He is feeding off you. And he knows he needs you. Otherwise he would have gotten rid of you already" she warns me.