When he had woken again, the rest of the group had become bored and wandered off. But I was still next to him.
His ghostly eyes flickered open again. "M-Martha?" He asked tiredly. My eyes widened. I could sense raw death radiating off him.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to hold back the tears. He smiled.
"Hey." He said, closing his eyes again. I tried to shake his arm, but him being a ghost, I couldn't touch him.
"JACKSON! Don't go!" I yelled. He had become a good friend over the few hours we had known each other. I didn't want him dead. Well, he was dead but gone.
He murmured something unintelligible. I shook the ground under him again, trying to wake him. That was when I heard what he said.
Goodbye. Sister.
Sister? What? I had... Another brother? Who looked the same age as me..?
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