The Other Side

Chapter 4

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"So, I have to go to the real world now ?" I questioned, not getting a thing in my mind. 

"Love, this is the real world, the world in which you lived is the human world. And yes, you have to go there. Don't worry, nobody can see you and you can pass through things which means, nothing or no one can feel you. Although, they will have an eery, creepy  feeling if you go too much near them. Human senses are not that dumb. Try not to make any sounds. And I will be there with you" Ambriel explained cautiously. Well, she will be there for me so no need to worry. 

"I am quite scared to go. I am sure most of my friends there would be sad, crying. Maybe even depressed ! And oh how could I forget my family ? I bet they have left the work and now are at our house mourning.!" I assured myself  .I knew they all were remembering me. 

"You assume things too easily Gaston. Let's just go and see how things are there, yeah ?" She asked me sweetly and I nodded. In a blink of an eye, as soon as I nodded we were in a whole different place. 

I won't say an unknown place. Because I knew it too well. It was my house. Our mansion. The whitlock's mansion. I looked at the beauty besides me and she raised her eyebrow to ask whether I was ready or not. I closed my eyes for a moment and soon opened them. Gazing at Ambriel, I gave a sharp nod. And we walking through the gates of my house. Never would I have ever imagined this, but we walked straight through it. I did not feel a thing. 

This was so cool ! The perks of being a ghost. I smiled smugly as the familiar hallway came into my view. No voices were heard. Everything dead silent. I wondered where my parents were. I expected to hear voices of crying, shouting and what not. But instead, this lonely silence welcomed me into my house. Just like it did when my parents were away at work. A sudden movement caught my attention. 

Ambriel pointed towards the kitchen. 

"I feel someone. Let's go there" She said in a stern voice. We made our way to the kitchen and there in front of me, was our maid Brienta. Who had been serving us for more than twenty years, and who was like my mother when my own mother was away doing fashion shows and partying. A photo was in her hand, and tears were leaking through her eyes which had little wrinkles at their side. Curiously I looked over and took a small peak at the photo. 

I saw a small 8 year old boy, with little blonde hair and a silly smile. On a bicycle with a women in her late twenties by his side. Recognition dawned upon me, and I knew it in an instant that it was me and Brienta. The day I finally learned how to ride a cycle. 

My gaze fell on Brienta, who took a last final sob before puting away the photo in a drawer and returning back to work. Cooking, what used to be my favorite, chocolate chip cookies. 

I wanted to at least let out a tear, but nothing could come out of my eyes. But I knew for a fact that I had a sorroful, downhearted expression on my face. A tap on my shoulder was what shook me out of my thoughts as I looked back at Ambriel. Who gave a sad sympathetic smile. 

Atleast someone was mourning for me. I can't believe my own parents are just back to work. Like that, when it's only been a few days since my death. So ridiculous. 

"Let's go." Ambriel coo'ed. 

"Wait a minute" I said. I walked over to Brienta, who was preparing the cookie dough. I smiled and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. She abruptly stopped what she was doing, and looked here and there. I quickly created some disance between us. Her hand flew to her cheek, and she had a confused expression on. I chuckled, as she resumed her work.