worry about anything. I am going to take care of your every need,” he said seriously. I liked the way he said he `wanted me with him’. I knew I was going to need someone to take care of me. My mother was still struggling to hold onto her own sanity and she had Luke to take care of too, let alone handling my fathers’ psychotic outbursts. Hayden leaned over me and kissed my forehead.
“Try and be good and call me as soon as you can,” he said as he quietly walked to the door and snuck out.
I did my best to stop my sudden crying episodes. I stopped staring at the walls. I tried to show them that I was remorseful for my suicide attempt. I told my psychiatrist everything he wanted to hear. I was truly sorry for putting my parents through that trauma and I didn’t really want to end my life. I told him I wanted to go back to school and continue on with my life. He bought all of it and five days after Hayden came to see me I was released.
I told my mother I wanted to go to a friend’s place for a while, to have some fun. I’d call her as soon as I could. She agreed, appreciating my happier outlook on life. I think she may have even been relieved that I wasn’t going to have to be under her watch.
I was so nervous the morning of my release. I couldn’t sit still. I was packed and dressed, so I decided to go for a walk around the hospital. I wasn’t officially released yet so I couldn’t actually leave the hospital. I took a number of different turns, walking down long hallways. I had no idea where I was going all I knew was that I had to keep moving. I walked down a hall that was painted bright yellow. At the end of the hall were two doors. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to enter them or not. As I approached I noticed one of the doors was slightly ajar. I opened it and quietly closed it behind me, leaving it again slightly ajar so I could get back out without it locking. As soon as I turned around I wished I hadn’t decided to come in here. I felt someone standing close behind me. I walked quickly hoping to shake the feeling. I passed an area with tables and a fireplace. There was a half-finished puzzle strewn across one of them. The paintings on the walls had paths and unending ocean views. A lingering smell of coffee filled the air, mixed with the normal hospital smells. As I walked I passed a room with a man lying on a bed. His skin was pulled tight, revealing his cheek bones. His mouth was wide open and he was staring at the ceiling. A woman was standing quietly at the end of the bed. I knew then where I was and who was with me. This man had clearly just died. I turned to walk back the way I had come. I had to get out of here. I reached the double doors and just as I was about to open them his hands landed heavily on my shoulders.
“Take me with you!” he ordered. I paused for a moment, wondering what exactly he wanted me to do for him.
“I have to get out of here,” he whispered. I was shocked. Didn’t he know he was free to go anywhere now?
“Fine,” I replied, slightly angered by his hands still resting heavily on my shoulders. He wouldn’t release his grip on me. As we passed a window I noticed my reflection. My hair looked like it was flying behind me although I wasn’t walking that fast. It also looked like the bottom of my sweater was being pulled up, like someone was holding it.
“Can you let go of me? It isn’t necessary to touch me. I will help you.” My back was starting to hurt from his weight. I felt him lighten up a bit. I walked quickly towards the nearest exit. I practically ran to the door and swung it open.
“Okay mister, you’re free to go. Don’t get into any trouble,” I tried not to laugh. It was the first time I had to open a door for a ghost. It was also the first time I had felt pain from a ghost too though, which did not make me laugh. It actually frightened me.
“Thank you,” he said and he was gone as quickly as he appeared.
Hayden arrived just before
“Try and be good and call me as soon as you can,” he said as he quietly walked to the door and snuck out.
I did my best to stop my sudden crying episodes. I stopped staring at the walls. I tried to show them that I was remorseful for my suicide attempt. I told my psychiatrist everything he wanted to hear. I was truly sorry for putting my parents through that trauma and I didn’t really want to end my life. I told him I wanted to go back to school and continue on with my life. He bought all of it and five days after Hayden came to see me I was released.
I told my mother I wanted to go to a friend’s place for a while, to have some fun. I’d call her as soon as I could. She agreed, appreciating my happier outlook on life. I think she may have even been relieved that I wasn’t going to have to be under her watch.
I was so nervous the morning of my release. I couldn’t sit still. I was packed and dressed, so I decided to go for a walk around the hospital. I wasn’t officially released yet so I couldn’t actually leave the hospital. I took a number of different turns, walking down long hallways. I had no idea where I was going all I knew was that I had to keep moving. I walked down a hall that was painted bright yellow. At the end of the hall were two doors. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to enter them or not. As I approached I noticed one of the doors was slightly ajar. I opened it and quietly closed it behind me, leaving it again slightly ajar so I could get back out without it locking. As soon as I turned around I wished I hadn’t decided to come in here. I felt someone standing close behind me. I walked quickly hoping to shake the feeling. I passed an area with tables and a fireplace. There was a half-finished puzzle strewn across one of them. The paintings on the walls had paths and unending ocean views. A lingering smell of coffee filled the air, mixed with the normal hospital smells. As I walked I passed a room with a man lying on a bed. His skin was pulled tight, revealing his cheek bones. His mouth was wide open and he was staring at the ceiling. A woman was standing quietly at the end of the bed. I knew then where I was and who was with me. This man had clearly just died. I turned to walk back the way I had come. I had to get out of here. I reached the double doors and just as I was about to open them his hands landed heavily on my shoulders.
“Take me with you!” he ordered. I paused for a moment, wondering what exactly he wanted me to do for him.
“I have to get out of here,” he whispered. I was shocked. Didn’t he know he was free to go anywhere now?
“Fine,” I replied, slightly angered by his hands still resting heavily on my shoulders. He wouldn’t release his grip on me. As we passed a window I noticed my reflection. My hair looked like it was flying behind me although I wasn’t walking that fast. It also looked like the bottom of my sweater was being pulled up, like someone was holding it.
“Can you let go of me? It isn’t necessary to touch me. I will help you.” My back was starting to hurt from his weight. I felt him lighten up a bit. I walked quickly towards the nearest exit. I practically ran to the door and swung it open.
“Okay mister, you’re free to go. Don’t get into any trouble,” I tried not to laugh. It was the first time I had to open a door for a ghost. It was also the first time I had felt pain from a ghost too though, which did not make me laugh. It actually frightened me.
“Thank you,” he said and he was gone as quickly as he appeared.
Hayden arrived just before
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