~Chapter 5: The Streets Are Scary~

The rest of the lessons were horrible, I was extremely worried about my mother, I was not paying attention at all!! And to make everything even ´better´ Chelsea was acting strange, very strange.... So I was thinking all the time: about last night, about Adrian´s dream and about Chelsea and Stan.

After school I walked home with Adrian, we were gossiping about Chelsea and Stan and it felt very strange to talk about them as.... as a couple..... Suddenly I saw a flash of my mother, the phantom from last night. I stopped walking as I stared at her, and I stood still on the middle of a road. I opened my mouth and I was using ´my look´ for real. Adrian was shocked too, but he didn´t knew why I stopped and stared into the shadows, without a reason. "Lindsey, what is it?" I muttered in awe, and Adrian looked confused, yelled my name and suddenly he started running towards me and he swooped me off the ground, and he pushed me away and onto the ground on the other side of the road. A passed us quickly, and I held my hand on my head. "Ouch!" I murmered, and Adrian got off me and knelt down by me, as I still sat on the ground.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, and he chuckled in disbelief. "Really? I saved your ass!" "No you hurt my ass!" I said and he stood up, shaking his head. "You stopped on the middle of a busy road, a bus was coming closer with quite some speed, I was pushing you away so you wouldn't die! What were you seeing anyways?" "I..." I looked up at where my mom had been, but she wasn't there. I shook it off and got up slowly, but I immediately fell down due to my dizziness. "Woah, woah easy there!" Adrian catched me, but I pushed myself out of his arms softly. "I am fine..." "Er... yeah... but what were you seeing?" "Nothing, nothing at all.." "Lins, I'm serious." "I am just tired, need to go! Bye!" And with that, I left him with questions, without an answer. But I just don´t know how to answer him...

I ran home as quickly as I could, I was nor angry nor sad, I was just so scared, the fear  shivered down my spine with an electric effect and I was running away for the truth. I came home and my father wasn't there. I sighed and walked to my room, the whole house was dark and sad, but I was sad too, I didn't like the light at the moment. I sat down on a chair, with my legs crossed on it. I stared at my notebook, full of drawings, sketches, but also with conversations with Adrian, on moments we wanted to see each other, but when it was not wise to open the window: when the weather was bad, or his mother was nearby or other reasons. Chelsea had told me so many times we could just text each other, but I didn't. Well of course we texted sometimes, but I just really liked it this way, and he didn't complain either.

Suddenly a phantom appeared and I saw it from the corner of my eyes. I was quite shocked again, but on a strange way I wasn't affraid. Well, why should I be affraid of my mom? My dead mom. My dead mom that appears like a ghost in front of me after being dead for a year... Okay I understand why I should be scared! "Hi mom" I said nervously, and when I looked up to her, I had this strange feeling... I just felt the nerves and worries sliding down my shoulders and back, and I sat up straight now and I felt more confident now I could just watch her for a while, without the shock.

 I had a strong urgue to draw her, so I did. I took my notebook and sketched her quickly, but it was beautiful. Not that dead people are beautiful, not talking about vampires....(Damon from the Vampire Diaries is really hot!!, Oh sorry, just had to mention that!!) I felt my fingers touching the pencil, that made lines and sketches on my notebook, like my fingers were doing everything, and I was just watching. I concentrated on her silver appearence, her clothes, her favorite outfit she had worn on her funeral, the clothes were filthy and half ripped apart. Like she has been fighting against the devil, or Hades(Greek god of the Underworld!!) to get out or something...

I finished my drawing, and looked up at her again, just like I used to do when I was little, when she cuddled me and I had to giggle all the time. Sometimes I wished I could go back to that time, but I have moved on, yes I miss her, but I am not going to stop living because she did.

"You look frightning. I mean, I am not affraid, but you look so... dead." I spoke, and then I heard a voice in my head and I recognized it: it was my dead mother responding: 'I am dead, but I still live. Your father can't let me go nor forget me.'

I answered her aloud: "Yes, that is quite a problem. He is drinking way to much and he is unemployed, so he isn't doing anything else than drinking..."  My mom, the floating ghost in my room, nodded and she looked sad. Her voice told me in my head again: 'I know he hurts you with his problems. But he never did something like this, this is not the man I married with...' Her face became even more grey and sad. She looked like she was going to cry, so I stood up and tried to hug her, wait, can you hug your dead phantom mom? Unfortunatly when I touched her, she vanished into thin air, into nothing and she left me in silence again.

I took a very deep breath as I walked towards my notebook. I put on some music and stared at my drawing for a long time. 'Mama, we all go to hell' Gerard Way sang into my ears, while Ray, Mikey, Frank and Bob played their instruments. "I guess that is true..." I sighed. 'Mama, we're all gonna die' "True again..." I said, and I sighed again, and I stepped into my bed and after 2 hours of thinking and staring in the dark, I fell asleep.

That night I had a very bad dream: I dreamt about my mother, my dad and about Adrian. The dream started with flashes of my mom, looking very sad, while she was floating around my father's head. He couldn't see her, but she looked down to him, shaking her head,  like she didn't want to see the reality. The next flash, was my father screaming to me and he was throwing things trough the room.

The last flashes were from Adrian, it was a sunny day and we sat outside, he sat agianst the bark of a tree and I apparently leant on his chest, looking up to his face, smiling, and he did the same. Then suddenly I saw my mother in the background, but she didn't seem to be nice anymore, she looked with dark eyes to me, and she screamed very loud, she yelled and shrieked, it was like the devil owned her soul, her appearence. The creepy ghost came drifting towards me and held its arms out to my throat.

I screamed as the fear took my heart with a cold grip, I saw also Adrian turning dark, with red pupils and he turned from sweet to pure evil, and he also tried to grab my throat, I screamed even harder, when I saw all of my friends turn evil and they all tried to reach me, tried to hurt me, tried to .... kill me... I screamed and kicked all around me and I woke up, shooting up my chest into the air, as I gasped loudly and my whole back was wet with sweat, probably because of the fear. I kept panting, wheezing and gasping for a few minutes and I sat straight up in my bed.

After an hour of staring in the dark, I fell back onto my bed, and the only thing I remember is that the dream started over again, which made me screaming and squealing on for the rest of the night.

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