'I wanted you to help me because I'm certain it's in your room.'
I didn't need to ask what it was. It was the object that tied a ghost to the mortal plane - not alive, but not yet passed on. As a Chosen, I had a night-time responsibility of helping them find the objects. What I did need to ask however, was-767Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmJZlXY1IE
'Why would it be in my room?'
'Li- Chosen, I know what I'm looking for. It's a pendant. I'm positive it's in your room.'
I'd probably wake up tomorrow to find something damaged or missing. That was how it worked. A part of me left my body during my sleep, to help the night-dwelling ghosts. Somehow I never woke up bone-tired.
'If you insist.' I said, despite my doubts.
The ghost snapped her fingers.
We were in my room. It was strange because I could see myself lying asleep on my bed. My room was a mess as usual. How would whatever pendant she's looking for, be in my room?
She opened my closet and took out a suitcase. Gee, she really did know her way around my room.767Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVEjW80aHr
'Um... I would prefer if you left that suitcase alone. Personal reasons.'
My mother had died two years ago. I was fourteen then. My father, in his grief, began to drink and had been drinking since. We were forced to move out into this small one-bedroom unit. My father had been sleeping on the living room couch, on the rare nights when he was home. I'd put everything my mother owned, from jewels to photos to notebooks - everything, into this suitcase, her favourite suitcase. It reminded me that my life was not always so grey.
'Li- Chosen, I apologise. I know what I'm looking for is definitely in here. I need it.' The way she almost called me by my first name was unsettling. Ghosts didn't know our names.
'Um... Well... With all respects, there's nothing for you in this suitcase. I know what's in there.'
'You're wrong.'
I gave up. 'Alright then. Just please please be careful not to damage anything.'
'I won't.'
With that, she opened the suitcase and began shuffling through the items. The breath hitched in my throat. A ghost was touching all I had of my mother. I didn't think I could cope if something was damaged. Perhaps I'd take up drinking too. Underaged drinking laws would all burn.
She pulled out a moon-shaped pendant with a gold chain. It was a gift my gramma gave my mother when she gave birth to her first and only child - me.
'It can't be what you're looking for. That's the gift my grandmother gave my mother when she gave birth to me.'
She replied with a single word that sent thousands of question marks popping into existence above my head.
'Link.'
'How-but-it-you- how do you know my name?'
In answer to my question, she let her facial features come into focus. I could see her green green eyes, and porcelain skin. And her wavy blonde hair. I gasped. I stared in disbelief for God knows how long. A single word found its way out.
'Mum?'767Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDy1o4FGZ4D
