Forever Yours

Chapter Three: Peter's final regret?

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The next morning I’m alarmed by Kyle’s appearance on my door. Asking for me. Before he sees me I stalk up the stairs and find Peter straight away. I bombed at him.

                “You didn’t do it?!”

                He looks away from me and says: “I can’t do it.”

                “What d’you mean you can’t! Didn’t you say you could yesterday! You’re holding out for my sake aren’t you?! Answer me!”

                He faces me and says, “I can’t Sere, I lied, OK. I can’t do it.”

                “Why?” I’m really upset. “Why did you lie.” I nearly break down. But before I know it I’m on the floor at the of verge of crying. Peter comes down with me as well he is extremely worried.

                “Sere! Sere! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Please, please don’t, don’t cry! Please.” it’s too late, salty water drips. Amidst this commotion, Kyle rushes in and cries “Serei! Are yo—” he stops because I know, he’s seen Peter.

Finally, Kyle gets his truth. I get over my hysterical crying. And Peter gets his packet of Walkers to stare at. He looks at Kyle hopefully, but he know better and later in return, gets the evil look.

                “So . . . how long have you been . . .” Kyle hesitates.

                “I don’t mind,” says Peter, he’s still mad at Kyle for not letting him have his snack. “Go on, say it. How long have I been . . .?”

 Kyle gulps uncomfortably, and finally dares himself to voice it. “Dead. How long have you been dead?”

“Five years.” Peter replies immediately.

“Wait! Hang on, didn’t you say you couldn’t remember when I asked you?”

“Well now I do.”

I stare at him with disbelief. So he says “It happens sometimes, I remember stuff that I didn’t before and some of them are not necessary what I want to remember. It’s a long story.”

“Well we do have a long time.” I remind him, my family’s gone out to the Marine Park trip that I didn’t want to go to. “What else can you remember?”

“Can you remember how you died?” asks Kyle. Peter thinks, then shrugs.

“You’re lying again aren’t you?” I say and his head shoots up. I got it right. “I’m right aren’t I?” Peter look to the floor then to both of us, and finally says, “Not all of it. I just remember . . .” his hand is on his forehead. “I just remember . . . a car . . . glass . . . and a lot of blood.”

“You got hit by a car!” Kyle guesses. We both look at him. Then I look at Peter and ask him if that was so. But he says that’s all he can find on Spirit memory lane. And suddenly something pops up in my mind.

“You’ve been dead for five years, you died not long after we finished Junior so does that mean you’ve been here for five years? And how have you been able to keep up with our age? I thought the dead’s stay the way they are when they die?”

“Well clearly they don’t. At least I don’t think they do with me like this, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have an IQ of an eleven-year-old. And yeah I was almost always here, but I spent the first few month wandering about before coming here.”