A Ghost's Vengeance For Lost Love

celebrate my prestigious science award, but

airs, I was bleeding out on the co

texted me to "grow up." My mother left a voicemai

cé, Daxton. I gasped tha

a, you' re being dramatic. D

he hu

They thought I was trying to

sn't. I

I have to watch the people who let me die.

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old, unforgiving concrete of my base

f my own blood faded, replaced by the sterile quiet of the air itself. I was floating, a spectator to

world, my world, kep

lamming open upstairs. No knock. No gentle call of my

ed through the house, laced with its usual impati

malist living room. He kicked off his shoes, leaving scuff marks on the pale hardwood floors I' d p

, of course. For something far more important

ice sharp as glass as she followed him in. "I don' t

as if the collection of medical journals and research papers was a personal af

I whispered, but the words were just puffs of sil

space with an air of ownership. Jamal flopped onto my white sofa, pulling ou

d, more to herself than anyone else

. I floated after him, a powerless observer. He didn't hesitate at the closed door, just pushed it open and s

e screen lit up, showing my private blog. It was a simple, password-protected page, a digital journal where I' d

led, leaning closer. "'T

pain, but as a mark of my immaturity. He reached out and slammed the laptop shut wi

and my last unheard words trapped

r my contact. "I' m leaving her a voicemail," she an

ssed th

re supposed to be leaving for Kamryn' s party in thirty minutes. Your sister has worked very

. No worry. No concern for

u will call me back and you will get in the car with us. If you show u

hung

my father said, his voice full o

my younger sister, Kamryn. Her face, a perfect mask of feigne

oft, gentle melody. "Have you he

bitter, hollow thing, rise

g," my mother said, her tone instantly

d perfected over years of getting exactly what she wanted. "S

across the screen. I drifted closer, my non-existent form hov

tting somewhere,

cond. A tiny, cruel smile touched the corner of her lips. Then,

arted

her a moment later was a mast

day is important too, and I feel terrible that my party is on t

ulling Kamryn into a hug. "You' re too g

ards the basement door for a fraction of a second, a

oom, the body on the base

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