Amy's Purpose (Final Draft)

Chapter Eight

Jay's phone rang from under his pillow, and he groaned, pressing his face into his warm covers. He blindly felt around on his bed, before shoving his hand under his pillow and pulling out the device. He lifted onto his elbows and cracked an eye open, seeing that the other side of the bed was empty. Amy was gone. She had been staying with him the past couple of nights, but she was always gone when he woke up. He briefly wondered where she went when she wasn't with him, but his phone began to ring again, pulling him from his thoughts. He pressed it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Jay!" Iris's voice crackled over the line, and he closed his eyes, praying for patience.

"Iris," Jay said. "How did you get my number?"

"That doesn't matter," she replied happily. "Do you want to go to the park today?"

"The park-," he began incredulously, lifting to look out of his window. He could see small snowflake flurries sticking to the windowpane.

"Iris, it's snowing outside."

"Snow is fun!"

He rubbed his eyes and sighed, falling back onto his bed. He hadn't planned on getting up today, and he surely hadn't planned on freezing his butt off outside.

"It's cold," he said.

"So?" She replied. "Are you coming or not?"

Jay began to rub his temples. "I don't want to be cold."

"Okay, so bring a blanket. Bring two because I forgot mine at home. I'll see you at Johnson Park. Off of Fernside!"

"Alright, Alright," he grumbled. He knew where Johnson Park was.

Iris ended the call, and he rolled over, pressing his face back into his warm comforter.

"You're chipper this morning."

Jay rolled over to find Amy standing at the edge of his bed. "I thought you left," he said.

She shrugged. "I did. But now I'm back."

"I can see that."

She grinned. "Do you plan on getting up any time soon?"

He huffed and sat up, crossing his arms. "Are you going to boss me around now that you're back?"

"I might. Who else am I going to boss around?"

He hesitated a moment. "Well...don't you have any...ghostly friends?"

Amy rolled her eyes and dropped down at the foot of his bed.

"I get you're new to the whole death thing, but no, I don't have any ghostly friends."

"So, you're all alone."

"I'm all alone."

He was stumped. How could she have been alone all these months? What had she done? Had she just sat in silence, wherever she was, the entire time? Death didn't seem so appealing at this point.

Jay stepped out of bed and stretched. He didn't feel like rushing, and besides, Iris had probably been out all day, knowing her. She could wait a few more minutes.