Apparently I've been in hospital for 3 days and I'm going to be released on Saturday.Time passes slowly here, slower then usual.Me and Alex pass the time by playing spoon sword fights and case the ace (turns out he carries a deck of cards with him at all times).I'm still not sure if I should trust him but I don't think any one who wants to kill me would stay in a hospital just to keep me company.I'm getting used to all of the visits from investigators and police asking nosy questions.They all get the same answer from me but they never seem to ask Alex anything.
Grandpapa and Grandmama have managed to find some social workers to look after all of the little kids back at the foster home.They ask the obvious questions like 'are you O.K.' and 'are you feeling better'.They seem to smother me with hugs and kisses, usually I would hate that but this time I think I needed it, I feel safe and sound in their arms.To be honest I don't think of them as my grandparents, I think of them as my parents.I mean they did raise me after all.Alex sneaks out of the room when my grandmama starts having a rant about the cleanliness of the hospital.I don't blame him.
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I need to find Brooke to make sure the doctors don't know about the truth.As I make my way through the twist and turns of the corridor I see the suffering faces of the people I could have saved, the tears of mothers and life less bodies of those in a coma, those who may never wake.To my surprise I find Brooke wandering the corridors like me.She doesn't seem worried but she does look like a lost puppy.
"Brooke! Do they know?"
"Errrrr no I don't think so..."
She seems distracted like a mind is else where.Her eyes lower, so does her voice.
"Can you see them?"
She must mean the servants of Satan.Yes I've noticed they're hanging around the hospital.Probably waiting to steal and innocent child's body to possess.I give her a slow, serious nod.She starts to breath heavier,
"Alex....they're after me, I know it.They know about it"
By 'it' she means about the secret about her being a ghost.That's what I've been worried about, the doctors would surely realize that she doesn't have a heart beat.Her heart was taken by her lover years ago.If he's not near her she isn't truly alive.
"Don't worry my feather will protect you"
"That's the thing...I don't know where it is"
I reach into my pockets to find the one I plucked earlier.A perfect white feather.I hand it to the grate-full Brooke.She seems alot more relaxed by holding that feather in her palms.Unfortunately a single feather can't protect a lost soul from the demons.The can break the walls to possess the body.They crush the victims soul into the corner of their minds until the victim has no control and no voice in their own mind.Then the demon would find the light of Gods power, the light that kept the lost soul alive all those years.
We hug good bye and walk our separate ways.I return to Tasias hospital room to find her Grandpapa slapping Tasias mum.Even I'm not sure whats going on here but I know for a fact that Nicolas would never hit a woman let alone his own daughter.
