I huddled in Michael's arms the next few nights. I was scared to even get up to go to the bathroom. I was fearful of seeing Johnny's rogue ghost coming at me. I did not know what to do.
If it was one of the Lost Boys whom had killed off Johnny then it was all my fault. I did not protect Johnny. I did not get the Lost Boys to cross over like I should have been focused on.
When in all of this I had been focused on Michael only. Now what? I was a suspect in Johnny's murder as well. Though everyone who loved me knew I did not kill anyone.
Even Janet and Paris knew I did not murder a soul. I never would harm anyone else. It was not in my nature. That did not make me a good ghost medium. Because I would not force someone to cross over.
I yawn as I close my eyes. The sun rose. I always slep
