The Mission part 2

I had overslept just like every morning and I was trying to get to class on time. It was always like that, but that morning on my run through the school I saw a pretty brutally killed spirit. It was a woman with long blond hair and her whole face was covered in red. One of her eyes was poked out of the socket and her nose was cut off. Around her chest area was a big gap and I sensed that her heart was ripped out. I shivered and stopped running. She stared at me and I looked at her. They always came to me and it was never good to run away from them, because that makes them angry. It is also not good to rush them, because then the whole sending them to the afterlife thing wouldn’t work properly. 1

So, I waited for her to come to me, but she just continued staring. The look of her 1 eye was frightening in a weird way and it sent shivers down my back. The blood was oozing out of her head, eye, nose (where her nose should have been) and her empty chest. It was a nauseating sight and I didn't know what to do. I must have stood there for about 10 minutes when she finally bean sneaking towards me. I looked at her fingers and realized that she only had a thumb left on both hands. I wanted to throw up and scream, but I held myself back. If I frightened her then it would be the end of me. So finally she was near enough for me to touch her and I looked into her eyes. 2

"Anything you would like me to do?" I asked. 3

She shook her head and I touched her forehead with my fingers and then I touched her empty chest. 4

"Goodbye." I muttered to her and she disappeared. I already knew that now I was going to see the way this woman died and it was worse than I expected. 5

My heart was being ripped out of my chest. I cried out in pain and then, the attacker stopped grabbing at my heart and I knew he wanted something else. So then, he got out another knife and chopped off 8 fingers and ate them right in front of my eyes. He spat the bone out again and then He chopped my nose off. I screamed at him, but I felt myself weaken. Then He got a fork and stabbed my left eye. I wanted to hit him, but I felt my limbs becoming heavy. I couldn’t move and everything was blurry. I was dying and then He ripped my heart out and I cried out in horrible pain. Then, there was nothing. 6

I found myself on the cold, hard floor of the school. I had trouble getting up, because my legs were shaking and I felt horribly ill. This was a horrible death. Nobody deserved such a painful and long death. My hand was burning and I knew I had gotten another scar. Every time I go back in time to witness the death I get a memory or scar and this time it was a permanent scar which would always remind me of that woman. I shakily walked to the classroom. I only fell over 5 times and thankfully I had Mr. Baker in the first hour. I stumbled into the classroom and all eyes were set on me. 7

"Zack you're late." Mr. Baker stated. 8

I tried saying something but I only managed a croaking sound. My mouth was dry and my head was throbbing. 9

"Are you alright?" He looked at me more closely, "You're pretty pale. Connor take him to the nurse." 10

Connor stood up and we walked together to the nurse's office. 11

"What happened honey?" The nurse asked me concerned. 12

"Saw a ghost." I replied shortly. For some reason it hurt for me to talk. 13

The nurse nodded and then took a look at my body. When she saw my hand she gasped. I didn't look at it yet, because I thought it would just be a little scar, but it seemed to be far worse. 14

"Your pinkie is cut off!" She said hysterically. 15

I looked at my hand and almost fell off the bed, if the nurse hadn’t held me up. I was dizzy and really sick. Then, I threw up all over the floor, but she didn't say anything. I couldn't stop shivering and the temperature seemed to drastically drop. 16

"It's cold." I whispered. 17

"I'd better call the principal." She said to herself and then walked to her office. 18

I was tired and sick so I let myself fall onto the bed, but I couldn't sleep. The images of the dead were in my head and I could not get them out of there. Then, the door was ripped open and I heard strong footsteps near themselves towards my bed. 19

"Zacky, are you alright?" My father asked worriedly. 20

I nodded, but I knew that I wasn't alright and my father did so as well. 21

"What did you see?" He asked. 22

"A... woman. She was all cut up and hurt and..." My voice broke and I felt the tears coming. I rolled up into a ball and I tried not to see it in my mind, but it didn't work. 23

For another few minutes it was quiet and then my father said, "Bring him to me once he is ready to talk." and left. 24

An hour later I was sitting in the office across from him. 25

"Now, what happened?" he asked and looked me in the eyes. He had this harsh, coldness in his tone that I was shivering once again. 26

"I walked to class and I saw this ghost... It was a woman with long blond hair. Her nose and fingers were cut off and her heart was tipped out. Her left eye was also ripped out and she did not want me to do something for her and she went in peace. I didn't see who killed her though, because there seemed to be some sort of fog was around me..." The words were flowing out of me like never before. 27

"Okay, you may leave now and I hope your hand doesn't hurt too much." He looked back down at his papers and I left. 28

What did he even care about? Nothing, except his other sons and this retarded school. I with nothing like this would exist, but it did. I was stuck seeing death all around me while other could prevent it! Even in this society I was a freak! I got the rest of the day off and I went to my room to sleep.29