Ghost

Chapter 14

"Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else."
- George Orwell
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AN- To all my non-new readers, you might want to skim reader a couple of previous chapters so you know what's going on lol, my fault for not updating regularly, but if you remember the story up to now then go ahead :D

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"Bollocks!"

There's a crashing noise from the spare bedroom and Mr T yelps then hisses loudly.

"Don't bloody hiss at me like that! What a stupid place to-"

I appear in the room before he can finish speaking. Harry stops trying disentangle Mr T from his leg and looks over at me. For a split second a sheepish look flashes across his face before he assumes a look of false innocence.

"Hi Louis!" He sing-songs, smiling brightly. "How's everything going?"

"You!" I hiss.

He backs away slightly, attempting to shake the cat off his leg.

"Look, Lou-"

"How could you do that? How could you watch him hurt her like that and not let me help her?!"

"There are bigger things at stake! I've told you-"

"I thought you were supposed to be a force for good!"

"I am!" He looks indignant. "Anyway, don't get all high and mighty with me! Since when were you a bloody murderer?"

"I wasn't trying to kill him." I protest.

"Let me tell you what would have happened if I hadn't of stopped you; your precious little girlfriend would have been left with a dead body on her hands- try explaining that to the police- and you would have suddenly acquired a vengeful ghost to share your living space with."

I think about this for a second.

"I'm just scared he'll come back."

"He doesn't."

"What? How do you-"

"Please Louis, I'm an archangel." He says smugly.

"What happens to him?"

Harry looks round as if someone is going to be listening and I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

"He loses his home and job, spends a few years living rough, finds god and spends the last five years of his life working as a missionary in Africa-"

"Derrick?" I scoff, "working as a missionary?!"

"There is divinity in all of the lords creatures, all souls are unified by-"

"Alright, alright..." I cut him off, I can't be bothered with one if his long flowery speeches. He huffs slightly.

"I'm due to collect him in about 8 years. He dies of malaria."

I shake my head, trying to reconcile this image with the Derrick I know. How strange. He has no idea what's coming but I know how his life will go.

"What about Matthew?" I ask suddenly. I don't know why I never thought to ask before, of course Harry would know what happened to him.

"The little boy who used to live here?" I nod. "His mother became a proper alcoholic, she couldn't cope and he was sent to live with his grandparents not long after he left here. He had a happy childhood. He's 19 now, studying engineering at university. In about 4 years he'll meet Jessica and they'll have two sons. I'm not due to pick him up for another 65 years." Harry grinned suddenly. "You know... He remembers you."