Natasha

My lips curved down when he asked me not to come the next day. “Why?” I wanted to hug the ghost.

“I heard she will kill me tomorrow and hand over my pieces to my father and mother.” His eyes were moist.

For a moment, I froze. Then I threw myself on him. “I won't allow it, ghost,” I said and kissed the top of his head. “I won't allow it.” I was determined. He winced in pain but didn’t ask me to leave him. “Do you miss your mommy and daddy?” I asked, my voice a mere whisper.

“Yes… a lot…”

“I can call them, if you like. I have a small phone. It is a toy phone and when I press numbers, it lets out lovely tunes. I am sure I can call your mummy and daddy with it.”

“You will be in a lot of trouble if you do that,” he replied, as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“I won't be.”

The ghost murmured a number to me. I forgot by the time I came out.

I walked to my bathroom and changed my clothes that were stained with ghost’s blood. If my ma saw me with blood-stained clothes, she would bea