I could do it.
I opened my mind.
Instead of pushing away the voices and desperately trying not to see the spirits, I let them in. They rushed at me. Like opening a floodgate in a deluge of rain, they came. One after the other, the voices encroached into my consciousness.
At first it was just a din of noise. When I blinked my eyes, there were hundreds of them. I could no longer see the buildings across the street. The filthy kids were blocked out. All I could see were spirits as they jostled to get to me.
And they all spoke at once.
“Tell me they’re okay.”
“Find her.”
“It hurts so terribly.”
“I can’t see the light.”
“It’s gone, it’s just all gone.”
“You have to help.”
“They’re in danger.”
“We’re in danger.”
They went around and around like horses on a carousel. The voices drifted over me, assaulting my senses. They soon felt like a wall closing in on me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I no longer existed, only the voices of those experiencing so much pain. I would rather have died myself than suffer along with them.
“Stop!” I yelled, covering my ears. “I will listen to you, but you have to take it one at a time. Please.”
They stopped.
But only for a moment.
It started again. Their voices were merely a loud wave of sound, inescapable. If I continued to sit here, I would go insane. They would drown me before I had a chance to breathe again.
That was exactly what I had wanted to explain to Oliver. I wanted to tell him how difficult it was, make him understand it wasn’t easy like he thought it was. But I hadn’t been able to find my voice then, I had been too stubborn to explain.
I cradled my ears in my hands and stood up. I had to get away from them. I had tried and failed, my own belief that I couldn’t do it had been confirmed. There were too many of them, the hurt too great. There was nothing I could do for the spirits.
Trying to get around them was impossible. I had to walk right through them, feeling the cold as it shivered down my spine. They didn’t feel pain when I walked through their transparent bodies. It was like walking through a waterfall when going through one. Yet hundreds were like drowning in a frozen lake.
I made it to the road and turned. I got only a few feet before stopping. She was there. Standing with the rest of them. Looking at me with her haunted eyes.
Lilia.
A shiver ran through my body that had nothing to do with the spirits. Images of her lifeless body, the way I had found her, washed her, buried her.
I hurried over and crouched down until we were at eye level. “Lilia, I’m so sorry.”
The spirits surrounding me hushed so the little girl could be heard. I expected anger at leaving her alone, her sorrow at dying at such a tender age, anything than what she actually gave me.
“It’s okay, Everly.”
“No, it’s not,” I argued. “I shouldn’t have left you. I’m so, so sorry for that. I should have helped you.”
“You did. You buried me, I saw it. I’m happy now, it’s better this way.” She smiled, that same beautiful innocent grin she had shown me when we first met. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
I wanted to hug her but she had no physical body that I would be able to touch. My arms would just go through her, feeling the shudder of the cold. “What can I do for you now? How can I help you?”
“You can help everyone. There is so much darkness, Everly, it frightens me. We need to return the light.” Lilia whispered the last few words.
“I don’t know how,” I admitted.
“Yes, you do. Inside, you know. The man said so.” She smiled once more before stepping back into the spirits and disappearing in front of my eyes. It was like losing her all over again.
Everyone seemed to have severely overestimated my abilities. I didn’t know what to do. First Oliver and now Lilia. I knew how to go to school, I knew how to get my homework done, I knew how to terrorize my sister and annoy her. I didn’t know how to bring light back to the dark.
But I needed to start figuring it out.
Chapter Eight
I stood in the street, my eyes glancing at each of the faces surrounding me but not resting on any one in particular. If I did, the voices would start again. They had been silent while I spoke with Lilia, as if in some way understanding she had something important to say.
It wouldn’t be long before they started again.
I picked one man, the one closest to me. Our eyes met amongst everyone else. “What is your name?” I asked.
“David. My name is David,” he replied. He was in his late forties, early fifties at the latest. He was dressed in a robe, probably what he died in. I wasn’t sure how the spirits dressed or why some still bore the marks of their injuries. It seemed completely random how they appeared – a code I hadn’t yet deciphered.
“What do you want to say, David?” The rest were all remaining silent while we spoke, just like they had with Lilia. The ghosts at my house hadn’t been like that. I could have yelled at any of them and they never shut up.
A moment of hesitation crossed the spirit’s face before he spoke again. “My children, they are on opposite sides of the city. They don’t know one another is still alive. Please, you have to bring them together. You have to.”
He was dead, and his final message was to get his kids back together? It was hardly earth shattering. But, to him, I guessed it was important. The Event had ripped so many families apart, bringing them together again was difficult.
I should know, considering I was missing my sister.
“Do you know exactly where they are?” I asked, ascertaining how much time and effort his errand would require. He nodded. “Can you take me to them?”
“I can.”
Lilia suddenly appeared at his side. “Go with him, Everly.”
Looking around at the faces, everyone was nodding with encouragement. It was two hundred against one. Apparently I was going to be schlepping around the city for David’s kids.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I sighed.
The spirits made a path while David led the way through them. They remained there, thankfully not following us. If they all had to come, I wasn’t sure if I’d make it.
David didn’t say much on the journey across the city. His only words were directions about corners to turn and his constant reassurance that it wouldn’t be too much further. I started to have my doubts after three hours of walking.
David was a liar.
It took four hours after his first ‘not much further’ to arrive at his son’s shelter. By that stage, every time he said it, I wanted to punch him in the face. If he had a physical body, I might have truly considered it.
“His name is Michael, he’s inside,” David said as we stood on the stoop of a tiny house. Half the roof was caved in but most of it looked habitable.
I nodded and knocked, not wanting to alert the occupants to my insanity of seemingly talking to myself. I strained to hear for any sound inside the house but heard nothing.
When the door swung open, it gave me a heart attack.
“What do you want?” A teenage boy, sixteen years old according to David, greeted me with the barrel of a shotgun. His father was disapproving beside me.
“Are you Michael?”
“Who wants to know?” Did he have to answer each of my questions with one of his own?
“My name is Everly. I know where your sister is.”
Those words faltered him, made him do a double take as the words sunk in. All the bravado drained from his young face. “You do?” His voice cracked as he spoke. Obviously finding his sister was just as important to Michael as it was David.
“I do,” I confirmed.
“You’re lying. This is all a trick. My sister is gone, I’m never going to find her.” It was going to be harder than I thought to convince him. Se
rved me right for thinking it would be easy.
Nothing was easy anymore.
“I’m not lying. If you come with me, I’ll take you to her.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” He slammed the door in my face. The breeze made the hair around my face rustle.
I looked up at David, he was at least a good foot taller than I was. “Any ideas?”
“He wasn’t like this before,” he replied as if it was an apology. Nobody was like this before. There wasn’t one person untouched and unchanged by the Event. It was very rare to find someone that had changed for the better. With so much struggle and loss, nobody coped well with it.
Myself included.
“So what can you tell me to convince him to come with me?” I asked. If anyone knew of a way, it had to be Michael’s father. He should know him better than most people.
“Can you tell him I’m here?”
I shook my head. “He’ll think I’m crazy. If he doesn’t already. I am standing here talking to myself.”
David thought it over, he cradled his chin as he did. I got the feeling he did that a lot when he was still alive. People didn’t lose who they were after they died. They just became spirits, their physical bodies gone but they were essentially exactly the same.
“His sister’s name is Kelly, she has dark brown hair, and her favorite food is pizza. Maybe if you tell him that, he’ll believe that you know her,” David finally replied.
It was worth a shot. I knocked again. Michael didn’t answer.
I called out through the door. “Michael, your sister’s name is Kelly. She loves pizza and she’s got dark brown hair. I know her, I’ve spent time with her. She’s safe and well on the other side of the city.”
Nothing.
Either he was gone or he wasn’t listening to me any longer. The poor guy. I knew what it was like to trust no-one. I didn’t trust anyone myself apart from Oliver.
Oliver.
He was probably fretting about where I was. It was going to be dark before too long, then the panic would really start. I hoped he would find somewhere safe to stay and not worry about me. I could look after myself.
“He’s not going to come with me,” I said.
“Just wait,” David urged.
I did wait. I waited for what seemed like forever. I even sat on the step to rest. David disappeared through the wall, going to check on his son. He probably did that a lot since the event, splitting his time between both of his children.
I finally understood the frustration of the spirits. They didn’t have anywhere to go except to linger on earth with their unfinished business. They couldn’t speak with those they loved anymore, couldn’t be a part of their lives. Yet they would still be able to see their loved ones. It was a one sided affair that would have been horrible.
I got it.
I got why they were so eager for me to listen to them, hear what they had to say. I was the only one who could. After over a year of their words falling on deaf ears, I could hear them.
David’s return pulled me from my reverie. “Try again. He’s on the other side of the door, he wants to believe you. Tell him Kelly has his scarf, the blue one with stars on it.”
I stood up again, getting as close to the door as I dared. “Michael, you have to believe me. Kelly has your scarf, the blue one that has stars on it. She’s still got it, she’s still waiting to see you again.”
“You’re lying,” he replied, sounding more like a whimper than actual words.
“I’m not. Come with me and I’ll take you to her.”
“Why would you do that? What’s in it for you?” That was the million dollar question. Nobody did anything out of the goodness of their hearts anymore. Those times were long gone.
I had to think quickly. And this time, I would lie. “I owe her. She gave me some food and I told her I would find you in return. She made me promise.” I glanced at David for reassurance I was on the right track, he nodded in return. “If I don’t take you to her, she won’t give me anymore food. I’m hungry, I need her help.”
The door clicked open.
Michael stood in front of me. “Do you have any weapons?”
I held out my arms so he could see there was nowhere to hide anything. Oliver had my bag of supplies, my clothes couldn’t conceal a weapon.
He grabbed something from inside the house before stepping out again, closing the door behind him. It was his shotgun, I realized. “Let’s go. But if you pull anything, I’m going to shoot you. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Take me to Kelly.”
I started the walk, following David. Michael kept his distance from me, making sure the shotgun was easily accessible as we moved. I doubted it even had any bullets in it. Most ammunition was in short supply. With nobody to run the factories, there was only a finite amount and most had been used in the early days after the Event. The moment when realization and panic had set in.
The silence between us was painful. To distract myself from my aching hunger and lingering bruises, I needed to talk. “So how did you get separated, anyway?”
Michael eyed me suspiciously before replying. “After... it happened, I went out for food. When I got back, the place had been ransacked and Kelly was gone. I tried to find her but it was like she just vanished into thin air.”
“Was that your house? The place we just left?”
“No. That was destroyed.”
“So you haven’t seen her for a year?” Their story was almost as horrible as the one I shared with my own sister. A year was a long time to look for someone. As much as your brain told you to give up hope, your heart never let you.
Hearts are determined organs.
Michael nodded. “Almost a year. I still go out searching for her. I see her face in every person in a crowd.” I knew how that felt, too. Everyone wore her face, just like the girl I had followed from the hall a few days ago. The one that led me into the trap.
“I guess your search will be over today.”
“Maybe,” he replied. He didn’t want to get his hopes up in case I was lying. If the situation was reversed, I would have been exactly the same. Hope and optimism only went so far. Despair and fear went much farther.
We walked in silence the remainder of the way as I tried not to make it seem obvious I was having a conversation with a ghost the entire journey. I was certain I looked as crazy as I felt at times.
David suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed. “There, that’s the place.”
I wanted to stomp my feet and act my age for a moment when I saw what he was pointing at. Of course, it couldn’t have been a normal house like Michael had been staying in. No, his daughter was living in the sewers.
“Kelly lives down there,” I said reluctantly, anticipating the kind of reaction I would get.
Michael didn’t disappoint. “I’m not going down there. This is a trap. I knew it from the beginning. I can’t believe I was crazy enough to follow you like this.”
“It’s not a trap, she really does live down there.” In an effort to survive, some kids chose weird places to hide. I had chosen a house on a hill with forty-three ghosts. Kelly had apparently chosen an underground sewer.
To each their own.
“Kelly would never live in a sewer, she’s afraid of the dark. And germs.” Michael turned to leave. “I’m going home. Don’t ever speak to me again.”
I reached out and gently touched his shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving without getting shot in the process. David watched our every move with a frown that kept growing deeper.
“Michael, please stop. I’m not trying to hurt you or anything. I know Kelly lives in a tunnel down there.”
He stopped, shrugging off my hand. “How can you be so sure? And don’t give me that bullshit about knowing her. You can’t, not anymore.” His eyes blazed with anger. But there was something else in there too – pain.
I looked toward David for some guidance but he only stoo
d staring at his son helplessly. He sure picked a good time to keep his mouth shut.
I gave the truth a go, to hell with it. I wasn’t getting anywhere anyway. “I know because I can see the dead. Your father guided me here and says Kelly is down there. He has no reason to lie, he loves you both and only wants to see you together again.”
The tension was thick between us as Michael tried to gauge whether I was a liar, insane, or honest. A real spectrum of choices he had to choose from.
“You’re wrong,” he muttered. “You just-”
“I’m not.” My own anger was starting to build. “Do you really think I wanted to spend the day walking all over town, trying to convince some idiot to come with me? Does that sound like a fun thing to do?”
He was momentarily taken aback. “You’re lying.”
“Oh my God. You know what? Fine, I’m lying. Go back to your rubble of a house and spend the rest of your life there. If you don’t want to find your sister then it’s no skin off my nose.” I started walking. I wasn’t doing it to make a point, I was really leaving. I didn’t care about the guy or his sister, his father could hassle someone else to bring them together.
I didn’t need them.
I didn’t need anyone.
I made it a block, and just as I was making plans to find somewhere safe for the night, a hand grasped around my arm. Michael stepped in front of me, blocking the path. “What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”
I was about ready to punch him when David stood beside me. The cold emanating from his ghostly form sent a shiver down my spine. I looked at him for an answer. “Vanilla.”
“Vanilla,” I echoed.
“He’s really here?” Michael asked, his voice wavering. I nodded because I was too exhausted to actually speak. I wanted to be done with him. “Dad, I love you. I miss you.”
“Tell him I love him, too,” David said, not looking at me but at his son.
I did not want to be a messenger girl for the other side. I almost refused to say anything. But it would be quicker to just get it over and done with. “He said he loves you, too.”
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