Delivering Blu Skies (BWWM)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Blu’s hand were small, like her. Small and fragile. You could see the blue veins across the backs of her hand. If I’d reached for her hand, I might crush it… So I didn’t. I just stared at it. Then I stared at her. And finally, she pull back. Like an i***t, I was still staring. She was uncomfortable. Biting her lower lip, while shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“So…” She drawled out.

“So?”

She smiled. Her teeth weren’t showing, but it was still a good-looking smile. I took one last drag of my smoke just to make sure she was still there. And once the smoke began to fade, she just stood there. Smiling.

From afar, a car door slam and footsteps followed. She heard it too. Her smile was gone once a scrawny looking guy walked past us with a bunch of old flowers in his hand. He gave a curt nod in my direction before walking towards the hospital.

And out of nowhere Blu started hollering at the guy like a nutjob. “Seriously dickhead? Dead flowers for your already dying mother? Wh-“

“What the f**k is wrong with you?” I shut her up, placing my hand on her lips. Looking back at the guy, he just kept on walking.

And the nutcase, right next to me peeled off my hand before she started to giggle. I don’t usually mess with loner girls who hang out in hospital parking lots in the middle of the night. I should have left the minute she got off the car, but I didn’t. I stayed

She sighed, one of those tired sighs like when you explain something complicated to a kid, type of sighs. “He can’t see or hear me, Kai.” I didn’t want to be the i***t asking the oblivious questions. I shut up and let her do all the talking. “Get in the car, I’ll explain everything. I just don’t want you looking like a basketcase out in the open.”

As crazy as it sounded. I believed her. She made me wait for an explanation, I think she wanted me to ask what was going on but I didn’t get that message. And she finally understood that I was lost. “See, I’m kinda between – Uhm… “ She struggled. Scrunching up her nose before biting her lip again.

I thought I’d help her out a little. “Between?”

“See, when I attempted ,” She didn’t finish the sentence but I got the idea. She had that guilty look that every survivor had. I just couldn’t tell whether or not she was relieved or disappointed in her failure. “I didn’t die, basically. I went to this place... Now there’s this guy that runs the place – Ezra.” She fumbled on her words, it was cute.” See, I realised just before I passed out that night, that I didn’t want to die.”

“So how are you here?”

“Could you let me finish the story please,” She was smiling again, still not showing her teeth but I was glad I took that dead expression off her face. “Anyway, Ezra said that the only way he could bring me back was, by me helping someone and by delivering a few letters. “ She paused. “He chose you.”

“Chose me?” Blu’s explanation was s**t, it just left me more confused.

“See, I wrote a bunch of letters to the people I care about before I decided to… Anyway I was going to deliver them but that day… That wasn’t a good day out of a bunch of worse days, you know?” I nodded. “So the letters are still in my locker at school. Ezra thinks it will give everyone closure, but I’m not so sure.” She shrugged.

“Okay, so you’re a ghost. And I don’t need help. ”

“Okay, firstly ghost is a really strong term, I prefer restless spirit. And secondly, yes, you do, tough guy.” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. Just trust me, you’re gonna need me.” This time she wasn’t looking at me, but at her fingers.

“Blu?” She looked up at me, and for a minute I forgot I what I was going to say. I cleared my throat. “You have a way out. Why not take it?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes while she sank deeper into my hoodie. “I knew you wouldn’t get it.”

“Could you at least help me get it?”

She turned in her seat, with an annoyed look on her face. A sort of sour expression. “You don’t see it do you?” She was waited for an answer to a question I didn’t understand. “It’s amazing being alive. Like… When you listen to music, and the song just hits you. And you feel all these emotions at once. It’s… “ She chuckled. “Take something simple for instance… Like turning on the car engine.” She paused, turning to me. Her eyebrows rose expectantly, like I was supposed to know to switch on the engine.

“What?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes before leaning over my seat, twisting the key until the car finally hummed. She sat back in her seat. “Can you feel that?” She asked.

“Feel what?” All I could feel was the cold coming in through the windows.

When she sat back, she gave one of those hopeful smiles. Those ones that always come with a sad message attached to it. “When you’re alive you can feel things. Like the vibrations of a car under your seat. Or like…” She sighed. “Like when a cold breeze blows right passed you… Normal people shiver right?” This time I got the hint and nodded. “I don’t feel that. I can’t feel anything. I feel numb. And there’s so much in life that I still want to feel…” She sighed before she reached for my hand. Her fingers were cold. “Please help me Kai?”