𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
In a world overrun by souls coming back to haunt the living, where young girls and boys are the only ones who have the talent to fight this rising problem. A world in which being touched by a ghost is a death sentence.
Sophie...
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chapter four, shaky hands and shallow breaths.
"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY?" Lockwood spoke up, breaking the unbearable silence. It had been a little while after the attack and the four teenagers were all gathered around the kitchen, it was still dark outside but much less so than before. Sophie was sitting at the table, her head resting on the palm of her hand. The girl's brown eyes were trained on the iron case in front of her, the ring was placed inside the locked container to not only keep Annabel's source contained but to stop Sophie from taking it again. "You know the rules, this is so unlike you."
"I know," the girl muttered raising her head. Lucy was sitting across from her, staring at her worriedly meanwhile Lockwood and George were standing up just in front of the sink. "I don't even remember taking it," Sophie could tell that they didn't believe her, and she wouldn't either. How could she just do something so reckless and not have any recognition of it? "I know how it sounds, but I'm telling the truth," she sighed. "All I remember was the energy from her source being unusually strong, I felt as if she was trying to communicate to me through it."
"Maybe she was?" Lucy piped up, quickly standing up from her chair, her hands resting on the table in front of her. "What if she was trying to connect with you?"
"A psychic connection," George replied glancing between the two girls.
Sophie's mother always thought Sophie was the most understanding person she had ever met, she believed this is mainly why she had an easier time when connecting with, and finding the sources than other people. A psychic connection however was not even something Sophie could accomplish. Or so she thought.
"I don't know-"
"It would make the most sense," Lockwood cut the girl off. "Did she try to tell you anything?"
Sophie shook her head, glancing between the three agents who were watching her. "Not much apart from her death loop, it was mostly an emotional connection. It was as if I could feel what she felt, but one thing was for sure," she paused, closing her eyes and thinking back to the overwhelming rush of emotions and obstructed messages she'd received only a day before. "She needed my help."
"So let's help her," the enthusiasm evident in the smaller girl's voice, her bright eyes lighting up as she quickly stood up from her chair, her hands resting on the table in front of her.
"And how do you expect us to do that exactly?" George narrowed his eyes at Lucy.
"We can get the justice she deserved."
"She's dead Lucy," Lockwood replied blandly. The tall boy really just wanted this conversation to end. "We need to destroy her source and move on."
"George. Sophie. Back me up here." Lucy pleaded.
"Psychic connections are weak science," George protested. "There are hardly any studies on it, they're unreliable."
Sophie remained quiet, she turned her attention away from the trio and back to the box on the table. The girl was torn, she knew as an agent that there were certain rules to be followed when dealing with a visitor and she just broke one of the main ones, but another part of her didn't care. Another part of her felt the immense sorrow and betrayal of poor Annabel Ward, and she wanted to help her.
