Ghost Hunt ::: A Spirits Tale - Abused

Chapter 5

Abused

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The same thoughts went through my head, again, and again, and…yes again. I just can’t get why I came out here. In the middle of one of the school yards, following a hot Japanese ghost, brilliant. He says one thing, and I skip the rest of my classes like that. I would never, ever usually skip even a minute of class, no matter which one it was. Why? Because it’s always been that way, school was the perfect distraction for me, there was never anything to do at home, with dad gone 24’7 and I get lonely, yeah I admit it, I’m practically a loner. Since mom died I’ve been having a ton of issues, but just like any other teenager, I don’t face them—you’d think I’d be more mature and just grit my teeth and fix my problems, but the truth is, while what I am is mature, bravery has never been one of my traits. I always run away from things that I should face, including dad…especially dad; but for me that is the worst thing to do, because then he might get even more distant, and maybe he’ll just send me off to some orphanage or whatnot. I know vivid imagination, but what can I do? When he’s acting like some sort of drunk just avoiding the house like it was haunted or something.

Oops, maybe he does have a reason to stay away…

I looked in front of me at the orange-haired haunt poking a particular tree he picked with his finger numberless times. I sighed and watched the meaningless procedure, wondering why again I was standing here, and not learning about the cold war in World History. My eyes drew away from his form and searched the surrounding area gloomily. It was fall, the grounds looked like a leaf pile the size of the moon came crashing down on it. I could hardly see the white outline of the sidewalk. Well…at least there weren’t anymore ghosts. Especially that creepy grudge girl that circled around my first hour class—I was pretty sure first hour from now on would be something to hate, and it wasn’t because of my teachers annoying marker noise. I looked back to my stalker, and received a shock; he was floating above a huge hole in front of the tree. My mouth dropped open, how the hell did he make that big of a hole? And how did he do it so quickly? I mean I was looking away for just a minute.

I pointed an accusing finger toward his tall lanky figure. “How? Did you do that?” I accused my face echoing my surprise.

He grinned at me. “I just found the weakpoint in this willow, and it showed me the past”

I stared dumbly at him. What the heck did he mean?

The ghost’s grin didn’t leave his face as he floated across the hole and the distance that separated us. He met by gaze with his dark voidless ones. “That girl…her name was Setsuko. She died here, by hanging herself”

A cold bullet of terror shot through my heart, making it freeze. My eyes widened, as the image of that little girl’s pale neck cracking like wood, under the rope hinges. A sharp snap of bone breaking in half then…

“Why?” I breathed.

The ghost brought his hands up to rest on his head; he leaned back in the air casually. “She was being abused by one of the teachers, couldn’t take it anymore, and she decided to kill herself at the tree he did the worst thing she could have imagined.”

Worst thing she could have imagined? My breath caught as my brain processed the sentence. My hand flew to my mouth. He couldn’t mean rape could he? Abuse in school wasn’t unheard of, but did it ever go this far? And worst of all here in my high school?

He went on, his voice calm and unaffected. “She cut off her tongue when she was in her second year, after he had done it. She never spoke again.”

Cut off her tongue? I knew it was a big deal when something like that happened to you, but still…cutting off a tongue wasn’t what I thought the best way to deal with it. Why didn’t she go to another teacher, or try and report him somehow? There were counselors for this type of stuff. Ways to get back in your life’s rhythm, I just couldn’t understand, how she could decide to die so quickly…so easily.

“I opened up the scene of where her tongue was buried, she dug in pretty deep, so I had to make it go a little further then normal” He explained. His form turned to face the large hole at the foot of the willow tree. “All you have to do is go in and retrieve it”

His words reechoed in my head and I blinked disbelieving what my ears had heard. “Um…excuse me?” I said staring at him questioningly.

He faced me again. “She asked you to retrieve her tongue, the one thing stopping her from going on. I showed you where to find it”

Okay, pause, or better yet stop the tape. Find her tongue…in some hole in the middle of my schools backyard. What kinda’ve bloody flick is this? Am I dreaming? No that question has already passed the time test, it’s pretty obvious no matter how much this seems like a nightmare, I’m not going to wake up. Let’s take this slowly, breath…..good now think about it. A tongue! Why couldn’t it have been, I don’t know anything else? Maybe her lost diary, or go tell someone that she was sorry about something she did while she was alive. But get back her tongue! This wasn’t my idea of even a nightmare, this was worse. Plus, I was missing my last class!

“Are you kidding?” I scoffed.

The haunted boy looked back at me, not breaking even a smile this time. “No” He replied simply.

I stepped back. “I’m not going down there, I don’t even know how far it goes—and besides, I hardly know you”

The boy tilted his head staring at me curiously. Then miraculously he smirked. “My name is Grayden, I was 17 when I died, I used to live in Nagasaki, but moved here with my family when my mother died.”

Only seventeen? That was one year older then me. But still, that was pretty young to die, especially right after his mother like that, the rest of his family, most have been devastated. I lowered my head. “I’m…sorry, it’s not like I want to be like this. But I’m just not brave enough to do something like this”

I felt his cold hand suddenly rest on my shoulder. His cool breath hitting my cheek and I immediately felt his presence in front of me. “Trust me, I’ll be by your side the whole way down.” He said.

I looked up slightly, and met his dark obulet eyes. There was a moment of silence, and then I pulled away from him and turned to stride toward the building. “I’m not going down there, I’m sorry!” I exclaimed starting to run.

“What about the girl, don’t you feel sorry for here, what happened!” He yelled after me.

I froze to a stop my blood suddenly chilled. The images of her torture went through my head before I could restrain them. I imagined everything that he could have done, everything that she had went through, I felt something baleful come up my throat, and I clapped my hands to my mouth. I felt something cold whosh against me lifting up my clothes a few inches like a breeze. Grayden was there beside me, kneeling down in the air by my side, one of his cool ice hands on my neck, stilling the gross liquid threatening to jump out. “It’s alright, relax.” His gorgeous reassuring voice made my breath slow, my heart to drop, my emotions to calm. I was able to stand up again within a moment.

I faced him my face pale and almost dead looking. “I’ll do it. For her”

His vivid, tricky smirk made me shiver. “You’ve made a decision you won’t regret Blue.” He reassured me.

I didn’t say it out loud, but I seriously doubted that.

Dear diary, feeling guilty for little ghost girls with no tongues, isn’t good for your health.

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