April 3rd 1995
Age: 16
I was sleeping, not really, but I was in bed. It was raining out side. I like when it rains at night. It helps me sleep. My head was way too crowded for me to sleep tonight. Why do I keep seeing my dad. It does help it seem like he's still here, and it tells me that he's watching over us, But why am I the only one who can see him. Is it because I was there the day he passed? Can I really see ghost? Is every person I see even alive? Am I a ghost? No.. people can see me.. plus I've never died. I'm insane. Maybe I should see someone. No.. then they would lock me up and tell me I'm crazy... which I already know.
"AALIYAH! ARE YOU SLEEP?" My mom yelled breaking me out of my thoughts.
"NO!" I called back.
"DEAN'S ON THE PHONE," She told me.
I got out of bed and walked into the hallway and took the landline. My mom walked back inside her room giving me my privacy.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey," He said.
"Are you okay?"
"yeah," He said.
Something was wrong. He doesn't call this late, and he never gives off short replies.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I can't say this over the phone," He sighed. I don't think he was talking to me though. I heard a muffled voice in the background. It sounded like his dad. I wasn't sure though, I've only heard his dad's voice one or twice.
There was a small pause before he started talking again.
"I'm around the corner from your house, meet me outside," he told me.
"Okay," I told the boy before I hung up the phone.
I put on a jacket and grabbed an umbrella before I put on some shoes and walked outside, seeing a black 1967 Chevy Impala pulling turning the corner into my street.
I stood on my porch as Dean got out the car. Something was wrong.
"Dean are you okay?" I asked the boy.
"No," he chuckled lightly.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We're leaving," He told me.
"What?" I heard him perfectly.. but I didn't believe him.
"Duty calls," He shook his head. "I'm gonna miss you," He told me.
"You'll come back right?" I asked the boy trying to hold back the tears in my eyes.
"I hope so," He told me.
"I'll wait for you," I told the boy.
"Don't, don't do that, you gotta keep going," He told me, like he did when we first met.
"What if I don't wanna keep going without you?" I asked.
"Then keep going for me," He told me. "I think I love you, geez I'm a mess," He pulled me into a tight hug.
"We all are, at least you're a hot one," I quoted the boy.
"I take that back, I freaking love you," He chuckled lightly.
"I love you too," I ran my hands through the boys hair.
"It's crazy what 2 months can do to you," He said.
"Yeah, It's crazy how fast 2 months can come to a end," I sighed.
We let go of each other hearing the car door close. It was Sam.
"Dad said we need to go," The boy looked sad too.
"Okay, I'm coming," Dean told his brother.
"Bye Aaliyah, tell Ashley she's a douchebaggette for me," The boy said making me chuckle a bit.
"What's that?" I asked the kid.
"A girl douchebag duh," He said before he got back into the car.
"Here," Dean took off his leather jacket and gave it to me. "Keep it," He told me.
I smiled at the boy as he wrapped the jacket around my shoulders. I took the black hair tie I had in my hair out and put it around the boys wrist. He smiled at me before he grabbed my chin and kissed me softly.
"Dean." He said said from in the car, you could hear the pity in his voice.
Dean pulled away and touched our forehead together while he still cupped the side of our face.
"Bye," He told me before he looked down into my eyes and pecked my lips.
"Bye," I told him my brown eyes glued to his green ones.
He kissed my head before he un-cupped my face and walked away.
Sammy waved at me like a sad puppy from in the window. I waved back at the boy.
Dean closed the car door before he looked at me for the last time, and then I watched the black 1967 Chevy Impala roar away.
I walked back into my house, My mom standing at the door waiting for me with a blanket and hot coco.
"It will be okay mija," My mom wrapped the blanket around me.
I was too caught up in the moment to even open my umbrella.
"He's gone," I sighed.
"I know bebita. Una persona puede salir, pero cuando realmente te aman, su amor nunca va. That means that a person can leave, but when they really love you, their love never goes. Dean may be leaving, but if he loves you like he says he does, he really isn't going anywhere." My mom told me.
"Thank mom," I smiled at her.
"It's my job," She smiled back at me.
"No get some sleep, it's late," My mom told me.
"Okay," I nodded walking back upstairs to my room.
Ashley was sitting on my bed waiting.
"I saw what happed out my window," She told me.
"Yeah, they had to go," I told her.
"Do you think they will come back?" She asked me.
"I don't know, but Sammy said to call you a douchebaggette for him," I chuckled lightly.
She smiled. "He's such a douchebag," She shook her head.
"I liked Dean," I heard a voice that sounded like my fathers say.
"Did you hear that?" I asked my sister.
"Hear what?" She asked me.
"My bed is crying," I played it off. "It's saying 'help me, get this 10 year old off of me' you sure you don't hear it?" I teased.
"I'm 11," Ashley stated before she got off of my bed.
"Yeah I think I hear your bed yelling for an 11 year old girl to come back," I told her.
She chuckled at me shaking her head "good night," she told me.
"Good night," I smiled at my sister before I closed my room door behind her.
I changed into new night clothes and put Dean jacket on my dresser. I then cut off my lights and got back into bed.
"Dad, If you're here, show me a sign, anything, because I'm starting to think I'm going crazy," I whispered as I lied in bed.
I waited looking around the room, nothing happened. Of course I'm crazy. who hears and see's ghost. I need so help, "what is wrong with me." I sighed
"Nothing is wrong with you," I heard my father's voice again.
"Dad?" I questioned, only for nothing to answer me.
"Okay, how about this, If your want to say yes knock one time, if you want to say no knock twice," I said. I'm completely crazy.
"Are you here?" I waited a few seconds and nothing happened. I sighed turning over to go to sleep.
My eyes popped out of my head once I saw my door was wide open with a box there.
I got up to open the box. For some reason I wasn't scared. I imagine I would be terrified if anything like this happens, but this was happening right now and I wasn't.
Inside of the box I saw maybe 5 different journals, and a bunch of tapes. I grabbed the box and put it at the top of my closet and closed my room door.
"Good night dad," I said before I got back into bed.
