Behind Closed Doors

Mission Acomplished

Tears formed in little Emily's eyes. "Oh, Emily. Please don't cry."


From the hours between the funeral and right at that very moment, she seemed to grow up a few years, even though her voice was very high still.


"Why did you kill yourself?"


I sighed then put my arms on her shoulders, but they slipped right through her body. "I was tired of being sad. Now help me clean this up." I said, cleaning up the mess I had created. She bent down to help me then seemed shocked, "I need to tell mommy you're here!"


"No, Emily! She doesn't-" I was stopped talking once I noticed she was out of my sight. "Mommy! Char-Char is back!"


"What? No, Emily. She isn't. She isn't here anymore. She's dead."


Well she seems like she's coping well.


"Look, mommy, look!" Emily said, pointing to me. I looked at my body again then noticed I was translucent again. "I don't see her. You're using your imagination, Emily. Go back to sleep."


Emily shook her head then stood next to me and pointed again. "She's right here, mommy! Can't you see her?"


My mom shook her head, "Just go to sleep, Emily. I don't want to play games. Go to sleep 'now'." My mother left, and I looked opaque once again.


"How does she not see you? I see you! Why?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. But mommy says you have to sleep." I nodded her head then jumped into bed as I tucked her in.


"Will you come back tomorrow, Char-Char?" I nodded, "Maybe. Night. Love you, Emily." She blushed and I kissed her on the cheek. She shivered, "Everything okay?" I asked her. She went deeper into the comforter. "Yeah, ghosts are really cold." I nodded, "Oh. Well goodnight."


***


"I didn't know ghosts could do that." Aiden said after I told him everything. "Neither did I."


"I guess they have to realize it's you. Let's try it with Angie." I nodded, "Think she's still awake?" He nodded, "Hell yeah."


***


Aiden and I sort of dived in. We got to physical Earth by jumping into one of the ponds in the garden.


Angie shivered once we arrived. Aiden grabbed her blanket then put it over her. She looked around, "Mom?" Margaret came into the room seconds later, "Yes?"


"The blanket got on me by itself."


She laughed, "You're being silly. Stop playing jokes, Angela." She stood up with her hands in the air, "I swear to God it wasn't me!" Margaret rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say."


"Why doesn't she see me?"


"She has to find out it's you. Like this."


I sat on her rocking chair in the corner then rocked back and forth.


Angie's eyes widened, "Hello?" I made the rocking chair stop, grabbed one of her assignments from school, then wrote CHAR on it with a pencil and threw it at her.


"Char? Is that you?" I looked at my translucent self as I began to look like a normal person.


"Char! You're a..a ghost?" She still ran into me for a hug, but ran right through as shivers went down her spine. "So you are dead." I nodded, "Pretty much."


I looked at Aiden to my right then back at Angie. "Anyone else you'd like to recognize?" I asked, smiling. I nodded at Aiden as he wrote BROTHER on one of Angie's papers then throwing it at her.


"Aiden! Please tell me that's Aiden!" Aiden looked at his arms as he looked normal again. "Hey, sis." He walked towards her for a hug, but he walked right through her and the bed.


"Stop doing that! It's cold!" She exclaimed, pulling a jacket over herself. She pulled out her phone, "Do you guys show up in photos?"


"I really don't know, try." She put her camera out as we all smiled. She looked at her phone and noticed it looked like he next to two empty outlines of people with no faces or colors. It looked a bit creepy.


Angie frowned, "Well, we tried. I miss you!" She said, trying to hug us, but walking right through us again. She shivered again, "Yeah, forgot."


"You can't tell anyone, Ange." Aiden said, sitting next to her on the bed as I followed. "Yeah, they'll think you're crazy. Emily told my mom." Angie nodded, "Fine. That's tempting though. You know, since you both died, life has been really boring! There's no one to fight with at the house and there's no younger girlfriends that I know anymore! Y'all are killing my vibe."


"Angela? Who are you talking to?" Margaret asked, walking in. Aiden and I put our index fingers to our mouths, telling her not to tell as she nidded slowly. "Making a script for drama. I'm practicing. It's due in two days."


Margaret nodded, "Okay. I'll just act like I can't hear." She teased before leaving.


***


We talked to Angie-well, she talked to us, catching up with everything with her life. She wanted to know what heaven was like, but we shouldn't tell her.


Before she went to bed, she hugged me and Aiden, regardless that it made her freezing.


***


The garden was just beautiful. Up in heaven we never got tired, injured, or old. Aiden and I would roam heaven and look 14/15 forever.


"I want to go find some family." I said, leaving Aiden alone at the white bench. He nodded, smiled, then walked in the opposite direction.


There were beautiful trees with different fruits on them. One had apples, but I didn't eat any because I was afraid of the devil snake to come an congratulate me.


I found myself in a meadow full of yellow buttercups. I picked a few then let them go in the wind. I then saw a man lying down in the grass, wearing all white of course.


"Hello?" I asked, trying to get his attention and hoping I would know him.


And then a familiar face looked at me. He had dark brown hair, with a few strands going gray. His eyes looked heavy and tired, even though we're already in heaven. His dark brown eyes were the same color as mine, and he just stared at me in awe, "Charlotte? Are you Charlotte Willis?" I nodded slowly, "Yes, why?"


He sighed heavily then walked towards me, "I'm your father."