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When I woke up in the hospital, I didn’t know what was happening. The last thing I remembered was the car accident. A person on the road. My father screaming. Me grabbing my little brother Carter. The car skidding into a ditch. And then… then, just darkness. Pure nothingness. As I tried to pull myself up, a doctor walked in.
“You’re awake!” she said, smiling.
“Where’s Carter?” I asked.
“He’s here too. But his injuries were much more severe than yours. So he’s in another unit. But he’s alive.” The doctor said. “Now, how are you feeling?”
“Can I see him?” I asked.
“Yes. Soon. But how are you feeling?” The doctor repeated.
“I’m fine. My head hurts, but other than that I’m okay. Where are my parents?” I asked. The doctor sat down next to me. She looked sad.
“I’m sorry Calista. There were only two survivors. Your parents didn’t make it.”
******
Carter was hooked up to a bunch of machines to help him breathe.
“Is he gonna wake up?” I asked Dr. Wakefield.
“We think so,” she replied before grabbing the handlebars of my wheelchair and wheeling me away from my brother. She brought me back to my room and helped me into bed.
“You should get some sleep. It’s late.” I nodded and lay back on the pillow.
Dr. Wakefield smiled at me and turned out the lights. Hospitals are creepy at night, with all the beeping. I sat up in bed and looked around. A pale figure stood in the corner, staring at me.
“Hello?” I called out. The pale figure walked closer to me. I couldn’t quite make out their face other than their pitch-black eyes. The figure leaned over me before vanishing.
******
“Dr. Wakefield?” I asked the next morning as she brought me breakfast.
“Yes?” she said.
“Who was that person in my room last night?” I asked. Dr. Wakefield blinked at me.
“Calista, there was no one in here last night. Are you okay?” Dr. Wakefield said.
******
I was sitting in the hall when I first saw her. A tall dark figure wrapped in a cloak quietly walked through a closed door. I blinked a few times, not believing my own eyes. The cloaked figure then walked back out, holding hands with a ghostly old man. I grabbed the wheels of my chair and started rolling after them.
“Hey!” I called. “Who are you?” The cloaked figure turned around and removed the hood. Black hair cascaded down her back and she looked at me with piercing black eyes.
“You can see me?” She asked. I nodded. She sighed.
“You poor dear. Well, I’m the Grim Reaper, but every ghost calls me Gira.” She said. She then turned around and walked into Carter’s room. I took off after her in my chair. Gira was leaning over Carter’s bed.
“Please no!” I cried out. “Please don’t take him. My parents are gone. The doctors just told me I’ll never walk again. I’ve lost almost everything. I can’t lose Carter too. Please, have a heart. Don’t take my little brother away from me.” Gira smiled sadly.
“I’m so sorry for everything you’ve lost. But I’m not here for Carter. I don’t even kill people. I just lead them to the afterlife.” Gira said.
“Really?”
“Yes. I came in here to wake him up. But a dark force is keeping him like this.” Gira explained.
“What’s keeping him asleep? How do you save him?” I asked. “How do you kill it?”
“I can’t let you help. It’s too dangerous.” Gira said.
“Carter’s my little brother. I have to help him. Please let me help.” I implored.
“You do realize that if I allow you to do this, you could die?” Gira explained. I nodded.
“He’s my little brother. I need him. You must have lost someone too.” Gira stared at her feet before shrugging.
“Well, okay, I suppose.”
******
Gira and I decided to stake out Carter’s room for the spirit to come. After about an hour, I heard the beeping on Carter’s machine speed up. Gira and I rushed in to see a figure leaning over Carter. It had dark hair neatly swept back and it was wearing a suit that would’ve looked posh if it wasn’t covered in blood. He looked up at Gira and I with glowing orange eyes.
“Well well well Grim Reaper. It’s been a while.” He said in a gravelly voice.
“Hello Matthew,” Gira replied.
“You know him?” I asked. Gira nodded curtly.
“We’ve met.” She said.
“Ah. And Calista. How nice it is to finally meet you.” The spirit, apparently named Matthew, said.
“Do I know you?”
“Sort of. I knew your father,” Matthew said. Then he lunged at me, hands outstretched. Bloody claws closed around my neck and I let out a scream. Gira rushed forward and stuck Matthew with a scythe. He staggered backward, smiling menacingly.
“There’s the Grim Reaper I know.” He declared.
“It’s not her time. Nor is it Carter’s. Nor was it her parents. Your time ended long ago. Move on, Matthew” Gira said.
“I’m not ready,” Matthew flung himself at me. I dodged him and he rammed into a wall. I then ripped Gira’s scythe out of her hands and stabbed Matthew in the stomach.
“Stay away from my brother,” I said. Matthew groaned and clutched his stomach.
“Very well, little umbra. I’ll let him go. But I’ll be back” Matthew replied before fading into the wall.
******
Two days later
“Calista?” comes a little whisper from beside me. I quickly turn my head to see Carter staring at me.
“Carter!” I cry, pulling him into a hug. “You’re okay.”
I glance at the door. Gira’s standing there. She smiles and winks at me. And I smile back.
To Be Continued...