SIGHT

Chapter 6

  She stood there, even though she's just a spirit of a dead person, but her face is full of emotions. Slowly I get out of my chair, my focus on her. I can feel the air turning cold around me. Her eyes filled with distress and sadness. She is not the same chatty little talker that I met on the train the other day. I immediately felt a pang of sympathy towards her. "It's you again, what are you doing here?" I hear myself asking her the question. "I need your help, it's little Bell" her voice is soft like a whisper but very clear. "Bell? Who's Bell?" My brow knitted together now a little confused. She came closer, I moved too, taking a step back. She paused, eyes still on me, rimmed with tears. "Please, you are the only one who can help. Please, I don't think we had much time. Please help me." she begged me, her hand hanging in the air like she's going to reach for my hand but think better not to.

    Now, with her tears falling on her cheeks, she looked more like a real person rather than just a ghost. I open my mouth to reply, but suddenly felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, "Danny? Are you okay? Who are you talking to?" Millie... I forgot that she's here with me. I turned to her in horror, seeing her entire attentions were on me. I panicked. It feels like the ground that I'm standing on right now is shaking. I feel like I want to curl into a ball at this very moment. She saw it. She saw everything. Oh no... Millie grab my shoulder, shook me a little. "Danny? What is going on? Are you okay? Are you sick? You looked so pale right now." Her bright eyes are on mine. Then I blacked out.

    "Danny... Danny, please wake up," there's someone's voice, calling me. The voice is so sad. I need to comfort that person, but, who is it? Slowly, I open my eyes. I saw Millie's face looking down on me, her face wet with running tears. "Millie?" I said, I tried to get up, she helps me. Still sobbing, but now the worried looked is gone turned into a slight relief on her. "Oh thank god Danny, I was so worried" still holding my shoulders. "What happened? Did I pass out?" Millie nodded her head, "yeah, you look super pale, I think you're about to be sick, then suddenly you collapsed. Oh my god, I was so worried" her voice in frantic. I tried to let my brain do its job, tried gathering the memory of a few moments ago. Then, I remember, Millie saw me talking to the ghost, but, she didn't saw me, she just saw me talking to myself like a weirdo.

    I panicked and that's why I passed out. Like a weakling. I feel so embarrassed and stupid at the same time. "Did you saw something before I passed out, Millie?" almost in a whisper when I asked her. I slowly peered at her. She hesitated for a moment, then bob her head, 'I did see something..." her eyes searching me. I gulped but still kept my focus on her, "I saw you stand up, and look so pale like all the blood had run out of you, you seemed out of focus, when I called you, you turned around but I think you must have been not feeling well or something, then you just fall" she said trying to be convincing. I know she saw and heard everything, but she did not want to make me feel uncomfortable again. I smiled at her in relief. "Do you think you can walk now?" I nod my head and standing up. Millie still supporting me, I was pleased she didn't mention me being weird or whatever, that helps a lot. In my head, I was very grateful to Millie. As I standing up, my eyes searching out, I still hadn't forgotten about the ghost who asked me for help. I get a little glimpse of her behind one of the bookshelves at my right. She still here, I patted Millie's hand who is still supporting me, "thanks a lot Millie, but, I can manage, I still need to log off, and can you wait for me outside?" giving her an excuse so that I will get some time alone with the talker. She seems to understand, she smiles at me, "okay, but don't be too long, you still seem a little sick, we need to get you home fast" she nagged at me. I chuckled and nodded my head.

    "I'm sorry if I was the reason for you passing out just now. I just urgently needed your help; I wasn't thinking that your girlfriend might notice you acting weird. That must have been very embarrassing isn't it?" the little talker ghost already materializing in front of me. I waved her question away, "that is not of your concern besides that, she is not my girlfriend. Maybe next time don't try to talk to me at school. So, what about this help that you urgently needed?" she surveyed me with her big brown eyes. Now that it's just the two of us, I get the chance to give more attention to her. I think she's around my age, or maybe a little bit older, probably around 17 or 18, I can't guess, and I can tell when she was still alive she must have been a very pretty girl, with her long eyelashes and her big brown eyes, her long and neatly braided chestnut brown hair, yup, she must have been popular back then. "I don't know where to find you, I had to ask around, asking the other ghosts whether they had seen you before, and somehow all of them lead me here" her ghostly hands were open wide gesturing to the library.

    "Didn't you have followed me home the other night? Why didn't you just try to find me there then?" she exhales dramatically, "apparently, that's about being a ghost, your memory is a little vague when you dead. All you can remember is just your past, and the faces, that's all," she shook her head side to side. Wow, that is something new. I never knew ghosts had a very bad memory. "Do you think that girlfriend of yours can see me too?" She added more. I scowl at her, "she is not my girlfriend, and how many times do I have to tell you? If you're just going to waste my time here, I'm gonna leave," I turned away and started to walk. She emerges so suddenly in front of me, I almost fall backwards. "Don't go, please... I need your help it's about Bill. Bell is my little cute kitty cat. I can't find him; I think he must have been missing. I need your help in finding him," she looked sombre. I snorted, disbelieving "A cat? You came down here to find me with your vague memory, just to ask me to find your missing cat?" I yelled out at her, feeling frustrated. She flinched, "I don't know who else I can ask for help. He means so much to me, even when I'm already dead." Her voice turned to a whisper, her face a look of gloom. I let out a little sigh, "fine. I'll help you then. Let's find that little Bell of yours", I feel a little pity towards her and decided to lend a hand. She squealed in delight, grasping both of my hands. I quivered from her icy touch, and she released them immediately, "ooh, sorry, I forgot about my cold touch. Thank you, Danny," she beamed. "You know my name? How?" I asked her. "Of course I know your name, your girlfriend had been calling out to you desperately when you passed out before" she rolled her eyes stating the obviousness. "She is not my girlfriend," I said through gritted teeth. She giggled. This little annoying cat lover I thought to myself. "So, what's your name then?" I blurted out. She turns up to look at me, "my name is Ivory. You can call me Ivy" She smiled an angelic smile.