The One Last Friend

Hendrix P.O.V

My grandma told me that my mom died in a car accident, of course, I believe that.

It's just that... there is something in me that does not.

and she doesn't know anything about my father because according to her my mom didn't tell her. So basically my dad is still alive out there, but then I'm not expecting that he would somehow show up because if he does I might start throwing punches.

I'm not angry that I don't have parents right now, because grandma raised me well and more than anything she really loved me.

On my first weekend, I decided to visit grandma instead of unpacking my things in my apartment, well that can do anytime I want.

Then I start driving my black Corvette Z06 and it only took me 30 minutes to reach home.

When I open the double door of our house, I started calling grandma but she is not answering. Then I also call her through the phone and yes it is ringing but the problem is, it is ringing inside her bedroom. I went inside and I stop calling then I approach to the side table and I saw a note saying...

"Cemetery..."

So now I know where she is., I don't know why but I just want to see her.

Then I start driving again and went to the cemetery where my mom is buried and where she keeps on visiting every weekend.

To be honest, I hate this place, It creeps me out whenever I see something moving when I suddenly feel cold, goosebumps and all that ghost stuff, I just hated it.

"Grams, are you done yet?" I said.,

and she didn't answer it means, she is not yet done.

It was quarter to six o clock in the evening and the sun is about to set and everything seems to get dark.

This is my third time coming here and this place never failed to scares me.

I'm leaning on the tree while waiting for my grandma to finish her prayers. I really don't understand why she does that. I don't think prayer can possibly bring anyone to life, or maybe save anyone's soul. This religious belief is kind of out of facts and mostly are just delusion, well maybe its too late to argue with that.

and then I saw a small particle of light, bouncing from one place to another. I try not to look at it but it seems, it wanted my attention. Then suddenly it turns into a ball of light, flying and bouncing back and forth and the next thing I know there are more than ten balls of light.

I remained quiet pretending that I can't see a damn thing but they keep on flying and even passing through me. Then suddenly one ball of light explode and transform into some kind of spiritual white clothe. Then I hurriedly went inside the car and calm myself down and also I almost jump out when grandma asked me to open the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, then I immediately start the engine and drove away.

"So how's school?" she asked.

"It's fine.." I said while looking at the side mirror, checking if those white spirit clothing are still there,

and yes, they are still there and one of them is starting to transform into a human figure.

I don't know if this is really happening or maybe I'm just dreaming again.

but no, I don't think so...

but what I'm sure of, I think I saw something familiar, or should I say, someone.

I think I just saw my mom...

When we finally reach home, I kissed my grandma on the forehead and went straight to my bedroom. It was weird, it's been just a week I already miss everything inside my room.

and this ghosts thing keeps bugging me inside my head, so I open my personal computer and did some research about it. I just wanted to know if there are scientific facts about them and all I got is nothing. Those stories about them on the internet are just blah blah blah...

Then when I click the red "x" button, my eyes went straight to one of the folders on my desktop. I double clicked it and then it flashes random pictures of my family and friends, including pictures with my grandma, my uncle Tokiro who is in China right now, Elle and Marco and the last close friend of mine before I promise to myself that I won't have friends anymore.

His name is Albert, he was my seatmate during my last year in high school. He was so ordinary, very humble and optimistic in a good way. Those where the days where I can't find Marco and Elle anywhere, they seem to just disappear.

He was always alone, he always smiles to people who seem to find him weird and I don't know how its just one day I saw myself hanging out with him.

He is completely the opposite of me, he loves comic books and superheroes and supernaturals and its really weird. I don't know maybe I just want somebody to fill out that empty space when Elle and Marco left.

The more that I try to escape from believing in extraordinary the more I can see myself leading to that direction.

It was Albert's birthday when he invited me to his house, I didn't know that it was his birthday so I agreed to go just to compensate.

But something happened we both didn't expect. I was so shocked when I saw Albert's mother laying on the floor with fresh blood.

and Albert is trembling, he wanted to scream but he can't because the killer is still standing right in front of us holding his mother's pumping heart.

Then suddenly Albert flew back and got stuck on the wall, I don't know how it happened. Albert is shouting and asking me to run but I can't and I won't. I can't live him alone like that, it was his birthday., were supposed to celebrate, not like this, he doesn't deserve this.

The next thing I know, my hand is glowing and the way the killer reacted I think he just saw it too. He let go of the heart in his hand and quickly made an attack.

But before his sharp fingers touch my chest, my fist blast his face right on the spot.

Then Albert fell and ran towards his mother..

"I'll call 911." I said but Albert didn't response he kept on crying in sorrow.

After that.,

he don't come to school anymore..

I went to his place again after five days. I didn't see him inside the house and the house looks the same or maybe he doesn't live there anymore.

So now...

back to being alone...