Abnormal (Beginning)

Chapter Three

Stubborn Soul

"You're Fawn Roberts?" Tatum asked looking at her, she didn't look dead, but she didn't exactly look alive either. She was pale, her skin seeming almost paper thin, like at the slightest touch she would fall to pieces and the bags under her eyes were vivid violet in contrast to her skin tone. Tatum had never seen a ghost but she guessed one might look a lot like that. Tatum didn't understand how she hadn't even noticed that it was Fawn; she had met the woman several times, and was pretty sure that she had babysat Fawn a few times after she got fired from the coffee house she had worked at a long time ago. Why hadn't Fawn recognized her? They were friends, weren't they? Anna pulled Tatum aside snapping her out of her thoughts and whispered in her ear.

"If that's Fawn, then who died two months ago?!" Tatum and Anna slowly looked up at Fawn, and then looked back at each other.

    "I don't know, but that is definitely Fawn. I knew her a while ago. But she wasn't as pale back then."

    "Maybe we need to take a look at that body."

    "Err...I kind of already did. I went to her funeral."

    "Well?!"

    "Well what?"

    "Was she dead?"

    "Oh! Yeah, why else would I go to her funeral? I swear Anna; sometimes you have to think with your head."

    Anna slapped her forehead and mumbled something that Tatum didn't quite understand. Then she moved her hand and looked up at Fawn sympathetically and kindly, it was a look Tatum hadn't become acquainted with yet and when Anna wore it she looked like a whole other person.

    "Fawn? This is going to sound a bit crazy, but my friend and I believe you are a little undead. And I think you may not know that."    

    "That is the craziest thing I have ever heard, you two are homeless aren't you? Oh, I know, you escaped from an asylum and somehow I was unlucky enough to have you stumble into my home. I'm calling the police and Tony; oh he'll beat you senseless or something like that."

    "Sit down and listen little girl!" Tatum yelled, Fawn quickly sat and stared, perplexed, at Tatum, almost as if she was remembering something.

    "Wait a minute. Maybe I do know you. But that couldn't be possible. That was in 1995. And you only looked 21 then. Do you look like your mother? What was her name?"

    "Um, sure, that's probably who you're thinking of, it couldn't have been me, I'm not thirty eight."

    "How would your mother be thirty-eight either?" Anna asked.

    "Well, she, um... Wait a minute. We are supposed to be talking about Fawn being dead, not my mother."

    "But I am not dead!" Fawn cried

    "You're mom's dead?" Anna asked

    "Yeah," Tatum answered.

    "Oh, sorry,"

    "Whatever," Tatum shrugged and turned back to Fawn. "Now you, you are so dead and you are going to keep sitting in that chair until I tell you to get up."

    "And what if I don't?" Fawn challenged.

    "I will rip your head off and feed it to my iguana!"

    "This is ridiculous." Fawn said crossing her arms across her chest, as she did her hair moved a little bit revealing scars that went all the way from her neck and seemed to come down to her arms, Tatum stared perplexed at the scars, those weren't the claw marks of any wild animal in Washington, but she knew a creature they could belong to.