“I still don’t understand why you came through that door and not the other one,” Lance said still a little confused. We were all scattered among Lance’s room. Joey and I just got finished telling our story. Obviously Lance was still confused.
“The other door was blocked from the lady. Our only chance was your other door which I explained was locked,” Joey explained from beside me on the couch.
“Who wrote ‘Believe’ on Lance’s mirror?” J.C. asked from his seat on the chair.
“A lady,” I paused for a second deciding whether to say the last part or not, “with half a face.”
Everybody got quiet.
“What lady?” Chris asked form the wooden floor.
“The lady that wrote on the mirror. Didn’t you see her? It was only her reflection you could see. She had a white finger from the shaving cream.”
“I didn’t see her,” Chris said.
“Me, neither,” Lance said from his bed.
“I think it was your imagination,” J.C. came up with a logical explanation to explain this all.
“It wasn’t her imagination,” Joey paused, looking at each one of his band mates before continuing on, “ because I saw her too.” They looked around at each other not knowing what to say.
“Maybe you guys, think alike?” J.C. guessed again.
“I know what I saw. People just don’t think alike with stuff like that,” I told him.
“Perhaps one of you thought you saw her,” J.C. tried again.
I leaned forward looking at J.C. getting frustrated, “ What are you? A therapist? Ok, Dr. How do you explain what Justin and I saw yesterday morning?” I challenged him.
“Fir…”
I cut him short, “ How do you explain what Chris, Lance, Joey, and I saw this morning?”
“We…”
“J.C. how do explain the shaving cream on the mirror?” I asked him.
“I…”
“How do you explain the scream this morning?” I leaned further out looking at him questionably.
J.C. stood up from his chair so fast we thought he sat on a pin, “ I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know! I don’t have a logical explanation for everything.”
I stood up in front of him. J.C. was a little taller than I was but it didn’t matter to me, I knew what I was talking about. While J.C. had no clue. “That’s because there is no logical explanation for everything! There is no logical explanation of what we’re dealing with here!” J.C.’s voice was just over a yell, “ What are we dealing with? Ghosts, Tabitha? Ghosts with half a face? Gee, every time we hear of a ghost you’re usually right there. Isn’t that funny?”
“Don’t you blame this on me J.C. Don’t you dare blame this on me!” I pointed my finger at him.
He leaned forward, “ I just did.” Even before I knew I was going to do it, I slapped him. So hard in fact his head was turned sideways. Lance got up to make sure J.C. wouldn’t do anything. J.C. stood quietly looking at the floor. Tears sprung in my eyes and I fought them back desperately.
“How dare you blame that on me. All my life nobody believed of what I heard or saw, not even my parents. They refused to even listen to me,” J.C. finally go the courage to look at me. “ Then you come along and blame me because you don’t have a logical reason for something like this and you are scared. Scared that you might be next to face the unlogical,” I sniffled back a sob. “ I was born into this kind of world and I’ll die in this kind of world. While a regular 9 year old was worried about monsters under their bed, I was worried about ghosts coming in my room and standing beside my bed while I slept. So if you’re wondering what kind of logical explanation there is, there isn’t any. It’s a problem that can’t be solved. So J.C. eat shit, die, and rot in hell,” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I started crying while running to the door. I opened it and ran to my room; bawling all the way.
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