Unanswered - Liza Mynx (e books for reading .TXT) 📗

moan, or a voice speaking a different language. Chris said something in a language I couldn’t understand, but I guessed it was the same language as the other voice was speaking in.
“Claire, you have to get back to your plain. You’ve been here to long and are starting to attract other spirits. I’m sorry I can’t say anything else, but I’ll be in touch. Just chat to GhostBoy. Don’t forget to take some ibuprofen. Bye.”
I was about to say, “But you are GhostBoy and why do I need to take medicine,” but I fell back into my body.


9. Inner Questions

I remember what Chris said about having a bad headache now! My head feels like it was just bashed with a hammer a hundred times! I could barely see the road on my way home and almost crashed twice. As soon as I got home I took four pills of ibuprofen, and have been taking two every hour now.
After making myself a small bowl of tomato soup(I would have done my favorite Italian wedding soup but I didn’t want to chew the meatballs or the celery) I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. I reached for the remote and flipped the T.V. on. I almost spilled my soup when I winced because it was up so loud that my head had a big burst of pain. I turned it down and then realized it was on the news station.
Um, the last time I watched T.V. I watched the cooking channel. Why is it on the news?
Then I remembered what Chris said about being able to jump into things and controlling the technology.
“Alright, Chris, I can take a hint. What is it that you want me to see?”
I watched the screen. It was that nice news reporter and she was apparently in front of a crime scene. A picture of a young, extremely familiar girl showed up in the top right corner.
The reporter said, “She was found in front of Maple High strangled to death. Our sources tell us she was a junior at the school and her name is Jessica Nelson. The police are looking into an investigation on her assumed homicide. This is Melanie Harte reporting from Maple High, see you next time. Now to Jeff for the weather.”
I turned the television off.
Jessica! Not her! Not Jessica!
Jessica Nelson was a girl I used to tutor. She was really sweet, but not the sharpest one of the bunch. She may not have been the smartest, but she was definitely one of the nicest girls at our school. She was real pretty too. She had shoulder length brown hair and big, hazel eyes. We were sort of friends before, but when Chris died I stopped talking to her. Now she’s dead too.
“Chris, why does it have to be her? She was so sweet.”
“It was the same person,” a whispered voice said.
“Same who?”
“GhostBoy...” the voice faded away.
“Okay, I’m really good at taking hints. Get your energy because we are in for a long, long conversation.” The house phone rang just then. “After I answer the phone.”

I went into the kitchen almost not thinking about my headache, but the ringing was so loud it pounded like that stupid hammer in my head.
“Hello,” I answered with a little bit of my overwhelming pain in my voice.
I cannot wait to talk to Chris so I can give him a piece of my mind for doing this to me!
“Claire! Oh my goodness I’m so sorry about Jessica! I know how close you guys used to be! I’m so, so, so sorry for you,” Sammy yelled into the phone.
“Ow! Sammy, A, I have a killer headache so please don’t yell. B, we weren’t that close, and C, how do you know about her?”
There was a moment where she wouldn’t answer. Then she said, “Well, you know Amanda Crest?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Amanda Crest was the junior’s class president. She was also Sammy’s next door neighbor. “She ran over to my house and told me just five minutes ago. I’m so sorry. This is just a horrible thing. I guess it’s a good thing you guys weren’t that close so it doesn’t hurt that much.” The tone of her voice in that last sentence was...sort of like anger. Like she was mad at something. Well, I’ve never done anything to her so it can’t be me.
“Sammy, why are you calling me?”
“Well, aren’t we like, best friends? I mean, we’ve been friends ever since kindergarten. Why wouldn’t I be calling you?”
“Because you haven’t tried to talk or call me in two weeks. You know, since that day at lunch, remember?”
“Oh yeah, the day you said I called you crazy.”
“Yeah, that day,” I said sourly. “I’m glad that’s how you remember that day.”
“Is there something wrong, Claire? You sound a little upset. Where’s your mom? You should probably go talk to her and calm down a little. Talking to someone while you’re upset like you are could make you say things that are hateful. If you talk to your mom you might feel a little more comfortable and not be as rude.”
That’s it! She is so going to get a piece of my mind!
“My mom is in the hospital and has been there for two weeks, Samantha! Now if you don’t mind, I would appreciate it if you never called me, texted me, or talked to me again! I am sick and tired of you being so caught up in your world and thinking you’re the only perfect one and everyone else here is messed up! Well I’ve got news for you honey, believe it or not, you’re messed up like the rest of us! I know, it’s a lot to take in, so why don’t you take the rest of your life to think about it and while you’re thinking about it never contact me again! Do you understand?!”

“Claire, don’t say things like that. You almost made me feel like you meant those things.” She said her words sarcastically and I know that she’s only sarcastic when she’s hurt. Being someone’s best friend for as long as we were, you know things about that person and their habits.
“Good-bye, Samantha.” I hung the phone up.
I don’t know if I should have said the things I did, but when she talked about my mom, something just snapped. Like I didn’t want to hear this girl who hurt me badly talk about my mom. I know, I know, weird.
I walked into my room and noticed my computer was turned on. There was already a message from Chris.
GhostBoy: You did what you should have done, she needed to hear that. Trust me.
I sat down in my chair and typed back an answer. As I typed I thought, This is going to be a little weird because now I know that everything I tell and have told GhostBoy, Chris will know and has known. I don’t know if I can think of Chris being GhostBoy. I mean, it fits because they’re both my best friends, but with Chris being dead, I don’t want to think of them being the same person. I want to think of them as two different people.
SilentGirl: Well, I’m glad you think what I said was right. At least someone does. I mean, she hurt my feelings, but I don’t know if I should have said those mean things. But, the things I said are true, and she needed to hear them so she can work on herself. But maybe I was too stressed out and was taking it out on her. I’M CONFUSED!!!!
GhostBoy: Claire! Calm down! What you said was true, so you don’t need to feel bad about that. She needed to hear that. Trust me, it will help a little bit...sorry about Jessica.
I saw what he was doing, and he probably knew that I knew what he was trying to do. But it would not work today, or just not right now.
SilentGirl: Chris, I know what you’re doing, and don’t do it! Stop trying to change the subject! And P.S. Thanks for apologizing and the sympathy about Jessica. Now, what do you mean by “She needed to hear it. Trust me”?
GhostBoy: Hang on. I’ll be right back.
I waited. I knew he was just regaining his energy, and I also knew that he was probably standing right next to me doing that, but somewhere in my mind I pictured a boy half way across our small town going to the bathroom. I don’t know why, but that part of my mind refused to believe that Chris was GhostBoy.

I thought about my time at the cherry tree. I thought about the crossover, then about that scene. Questions: Why did Chris show me that scene? What was so special about that scene? How did he show it to me? I need to stop thinking about my questions and start asking them. After this: how does that scene fit in to everything?
GhostBoy: Alright, I’m back. Now, where were we?
SilentGirl: Well, we were talking about what you meant by what you said about what I said to Sammy.
GhostBoy: WHAT?!
SilentGirl: Just tell me what you meant! You know what I mean! Stop playing around! I’m being serious!
GhostBoy: That explains the smile...
I’m starting to get a little mad now. He’s not answering my questions and he keeps trying to change the subject. The smile that was apparently on my face now disappeared. I started to type something to let him now how I felt, but he probably read my face because he typed before I did.
GhostBoy: Alright, alright. Okay. Fine, I mean that she has been a little messed up since I died, and she needed to hear what you said to bring her back to Earth. You have no idea how she took my death....
I let his message sink in. He, of course, was patient and didn’t type anything back.
SilentGirl: .....Okay. I can handle that. That was all you had to say, you don’t need to try to avoid that. Now, next item on our list: the park. That vision. Why did you show me, why is it important, and how does it fit in to everything that is going on now?
GhostBoy: What vision? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Claire! You saw a vision at the park today? Was it while you were on my plain or yours?
I hate it when he says that. I mean, we live on the same world! There’s not “my plain” and “his plain”! There is my part of the world and his part of the world. If we can talk then my brain refuses to think of the different plains.
SilentGirl: It was when I crossed over, at the beginning. Before I saw you I saw a scene. It was when you, me, and Sammy were at the park a few years ago, remember? It was when you two got together. And you don’t know anything about that?
GhostBoy: I remember the time, but I don’t know how you saw it. I’m just as confused as you are.
Of course you are. Everybody is as confused as I am. These people are so not helping me, and I have another question. How did I see it? Well, if Chris can’t answer it I don’t know who can. I might have to find the answer myself. Yikes.
SilentGirl: Gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye.


10. Broken Barrier

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