"Second Chance"

It had been five years now sense he died, and yet he still lingered there in the house that they had bought. He had been buried at the church on the square for a long time now, and yet he was still there with her. It was like a cures for her, feeling him all around her and yet not being able to touch, know he was there, feeling every thing about him there, with her, and yet she couldn’t touch him, feel his skin once more.

She knew he would come back, he always said he would, he always believed in that sort of thing, he would say to her “my love if I should ever leave you I will not be gone form you, I will stay to watch over you until the end of eternity.” She would coo and snuggle up close to him when he would say such things, she didn’t believe in all that rubbish but she loved that he did. He worked as a professor of the super nature at the local collage, and though he was mocked by all the other professor, he truly believed in his work, he knew more then what the others knew. He didn’t care if no one believed him as long as he got to study and learn all
He could about it. This was how she knew he would come back.
She had a sturdy nursing job where she worked the late shift, and she pushed her self back to work the day after it happened, she couldn’t coupe with the guilt, and yet every day when she would come home from a long day of work as soon as she steeped in the door way she could feel him, as if he were there comforting her.
All around her, her coworkers all knew what she thought was in the house, they all begged her to take some time off that she needed to rest. She knew she was pushing her self to the brink but she couldn’t stop, she couldn’t rest, every time she did, it came back in to her head. She herd him scream her name, the a bright flash of red would cover her eyes, and she would see him there so help less, she remembered it all so vividly as if it was only yesterday that it happened. She could smell the brunt rubber, and the blood mixing in the air, she could see the lights from the squad car as it brushed lightly over his face, seeing the blood as it ran down his face… her trying so hard to get to him as they rolled her away on the stretcher, “Please , Please take me back!!” she could feel the heat in the air again….. It was almost too much for her to bear. She couldn’t stop lest all the images take her down.
It was fall, mid October, almost all hollows eve.. That was Daegan’s favorite holiday, he would call the holiday when “his people” would come out to play. He always took it very seriously, fully dressed up for the occasion. He would even drag her along with him on the times she was not working. She always though it was a silly little holiday, but if he asked her to go with him she would pretend to care just to please him. Now she had become very bitter toward the holiday, and this year didn’t look to be any different from the other 4 years. She would do just had she had done every other year, curl up by the fire with her favorite tea and try and sip away the pain of his loss, and when it would not work she would craw in to bed and cry her self to sleep. It had been the same way for 4 years. Every day she would walk home down the streets of Boston, she would never drive a car again, after what happened. There she was walking the streets, kicking leaves that were all around her, walking quickly because it was getting dark and it is not a good idea to walk those streets at night.
She could have sworn as she passed the cemetery, that she heard footsteps behind her, but she just quickened her pace. She would not stop there today, she couldn’t bare to do it today, this whole season reminded her of him as it was, she didn’t want to bring any more pain on her self, if she could avoid it. Then she heard a crack of a branch behind her. Now she knew she did not imagine that noise, there was no way she could of. She stopped dead in her tracks to see if the noise would stop and sure enough it did not. She slowly reached in to her purse to pull out a small knife that she carried for just such an occasion. She held on to it tightly as she turned around slowly. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw that there was some one behind her. She quickly pulled the knife out her purse and held it in the air as if to ward away any whom would come. “Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?” said Gabriel, she sighed with relief as she let her shoulders slump down slightly, “Gabriel, why in the hell are you following me, and why the fuck didn’t you say something!” she said angrily to him as she put a way the knife and tried to straiten her composer. “Sorry to have scared you Felecia, It really wasn’t my intention to scare you.” He continued” But are you always this jumpy when you walk home?” he said jokingly to her as he touched her purse as to signify the knife she carried with in it. She grasped on to her purse slightly as to keep it away from him, “these streets are rough, you know that.” She said as she began to turn a walk away from him. He ran slightly ahead of her as to stop her from walking. ”Now come on Felecia, I have been asking you for a mouth now, and still you have not given me an answer..” she turned quickly and tried to walk around him, he only moved over as she did to prevent her yet again from passing him. ”Now it has been 4 years, you need to move on to bigger and better things” he said in a cocky but concerned manner “like you?!” she said to him angerly as she once again tried to walk past him this time succeeding by roughly pushing past him. “As a matter of fact Just like me” he said as he slowly chased after her. ”Come on Felecia just give me one chance, there is nothing I would not do to make you happy you know?” he said as he stopped about five feet away from her. She stopped in her walking and slowly turned back to him. ”No Gabriel” she said as she turned and walked away. Kicking the leaves a bit more as she walked. “If you ever change your mind you know I will be here.” he yelled to her as she turned the corner to walk in to town.
As she walked in to her house she finally felt safe. She could feel his presence instantly as she entered the room, she hung her coat up on the hanger and began to head toward the kitchen to cook dinner.
She couldn’t describe to any one the way she felt in her house. She always felt safer there then she ever did in any time in her life. Just knowing he was there was the greatest relief and the greatest pain she could feel. She knew he was there, and it was more then just a feeling, every once and a wile he would make his presence known in other ways. There were times when in the shower where she swore she could feel his hand touch her skin. There were times when she would lay down to sleep and would hear his voice whisper to her, “ I love you”. And there were even more apparent signs of his presence, every once and a wile she would come home to find some of his work, that she had packed way long ago, would be siting on the table in the study. As if he were still in the house working as he always did, and had only walked off to get a bit off food or something to that affect. Even more subtle things would appear, There would be times when she would find pictures laid out on the bed. Of happy times when they had been together, as if he was trying to get her to remember the good times. This would bring a sweet tear to her eye, as she loved and hated to remember it all.
Today as she sat to watch the TV, she saw that he had once again left her a sign. There was a folder on the table in the study. This had happened so many times now that she almost over looked it, but something caught her eye. Just a slight flash of light. She turned to properly see the study, which was about 6 feet away from her. She was at once petrified when she looked at what it was that was making the flash of light. There was the silver pen she had given daegan, seemly floating in the air but still moving as if some one was writing with it.
She froze as she watched it, she was afraid to move, as she was not sure if she was to move, if it would all stop. She was frightened yet so anxious to read what it was being written. He had always had ways to let her know he was there, but never this bold, never like this. It had always been small things, never this bold. Then just as quickly as it had started, just as if someone was making a small note, the pen slowly moved down to rest on the table. She froze afraid to move or to even breathe. She knew it was from him, it had to be. When she was sure that nothing more would happen she slowly get up from her chair and walked cautiously toward the study. She was so afraid and so eager, she knew it was from him, how could it not be, but what if it wasn’t or what if it was nothing? How would she ever be able to coup if it was just her imagination? But deep down she knew it was him. She was only a few feet from the desk now; she could almost read what the folder said but not quite. Her palms sweated and her breath quickend as she walked closer to the desk. She was right beside it now, as she walked closer to the table she realized she recognized the folder, how could she not? It was one of Daegan’s favorite folders, witchcraft. There had been many late nights where he would pour him self in to that folder and all of its contents. She was now standing over the desk almost afraid to look down, then when she finally forced her self she gasped and almost cried. There it was, it was his handwriting. God how she misses seeing it, and there it was in front of her. This above all else was the first thing she noticed. It really was his hand writing it was like some lost dream that she only now remembered.. After spending some time just trying to rationalize in her head that it was him who had written it, she pushed her self back in to conscious though, when it came to her mind that she had still yet to read what was actually written. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to read, “READ THIS, LOVE YOUR, DAEGAN” that was all that was written she stood there for a bit trying to understand. Why would he have written this? She was a bit shocked at what was written she had it in her mind that it would be some love note or reassurance form beyond for her knowledge, and yet this had not been the case at all. She starred at the writing, looking just at his hand writing he always took great care in his hand writing it always reflected love in her eyes.
After standing for some time trying to grasp all that had occored she picked up the rather thin folder, funny she always remembered it being much more full. It almost brought her to tears just holding that folder, knowing that it was the last of his files he had touched before he died. She pushed her feelings down deep inside of her. She knew she had to find out what he wanted her to see. She opened the folder to find a small packet of papers in the regular type as all his other papers were. Why would he want me to see this?
Long through the night she scoured though the packet, looking for something, some reason why he would have wanted her to read it. For the most part that she could tell it was just a paper about the costumes of an old witch craft long sense dead, talking about what they were well known for, and things to that effect. It was just another paper about another …then something caught her eye, it was something lightly highlighted with pencil, “ in this particular order of witches, they had many times claimed they knew the secret of raising the dead” as she read this her heart jumped in to her though and she forgot to breathe but only for a moment. She read on “ all of the spells and incantations in this order were collected a few years after being put in place by a woman named Alexandria madreian. She put all the spells together in one book she choose to call the Naridine, the most treasured of all spells said to be contained with in it was the spell to in essence wake the dead.” The Naridine, how did that sound so familiar to her, suddenly it hit her. That it was the book that he said he had obtained in a small auction for very little money. She at once ran to her room where she still kept a few of his things, and brought out a large guided chest from with in the closet. It had an old lock on it that had long years ago been broken; she opened it to find very old leather bound book. When she had seen it the first time she couldn’t believe that he would have spent any money on it, it was practically falling apart. She opened it slowly as not to break it, it was written in old English, but she could still read it. It was covered in small objects that surely served a porpoise to the one who made it, though she had no use for it. She wasn’t even sure what to look for. It was not like it had a table of contents, though she wished it did, she was always good a research like that. She began to slowly flip through the pages, until she came across, what she though was, what she was looking for. It was a dark black page with golden calligraphy written on it. She read it. “All who read this know, when you sleep with the ghost you wake up with the coups. If the one who seeks this knowledge is pure of mind, and realizes all these things then let her read on.” It was so simple and yet as she read it a clod chills when up her back. She curled up slightly, then retracted, “I have to do this” she said to her self aloud as if to reassure her self. She then turned the page.
She read for many hours long in to the night, pouring over every word, from what she read it seemed that on one night of the year it was possible to bring back the dead, and what a suprize all hollows eve was that day. There was much more to it then just that, she would have to say the proper spell at his grave when it hit midnight of the 30th, then his sprit would for only a day take solid form.. It was such a hard thing to think about, such a joys thing, to think that she could have him back in her arms, that she could once again have his touch. But then the horrible fact hit her that if she did this it would only be for one day and that as soon as the clock hit 12 on the 31st her love would slowly disappear. Or at least that was as far as she could tell, the text really never told her what would happen. But she knew she had to do this, she had no other choice..