Elsewhere 2

Chapter two "Moving Day"

Giana noticed her sister's horrified face. "What's the matter?" She asked her.

Ethan had also been unpacking from camp. He tried not to think about his visions, and tried to tell himself that maybe it really just was from PTSD. He took out his fishing rod, and opened the door to his attic.

Ethan climbed up the ladder, and ducked as he made his way through the dusty top of Bill's house. He pulled on the light switch, and the shadows of the objects crammed into the attic reflected against the wall. Not long after putting away his fishing rod, Ethan heard a whisper.

"Ethan...." It hissed. Ethan jumped back in alarm. "Look at the wall...." Ethan obeyed the voice, and turned to the wall. "What do you notice?...." The strange voice asked him.

Ethan studied the wall, and all the shadows of the objects around him. He saw the shadow of an old couch, an old nightstand with a lamp, and many others. Then it hit him. Everything in the room had a shadow. Except for him.

Ethan took some petrified breaths as he touched the wall. He was disturbed by Bill calling him downstairs.

After shutting the attic, he rushed downstairs to Bill, who was washing the dishes.

"Ethan, we need to talk." He said. "Ryan told me that you've been having multiple serious PTSD breakdowns on the trip. I think it's time you got some help at a support group.

Ethan backed up and shook his head. "No." He said. "No you don't understand. Everything I've seen is real." Bill took a breath. "Ethan, listen to me."

"No you listen!" Ethan barked. "I'm almost sixteen years old! I'm tired of everyone treating me like a helpless child and not believing me! You're not even my father what do you know about me!?"

"All right that's enough Ethan!" Bill yelled fiercely.

Upstairs, Jenna blocked the arguing of Bill and Ethan out of her head as she recorded an entry in her diary. Her diary was given to her by her grandmother before she died. She died right before she came to live with her father, and Jenna had been writing in it ever since.

Her diary was pale blue, and it had a silver lock on it. Jenna kept the key hidden in her jewelry box. Lately, Jenna had been recording her thoughts over one specific person. That one specific person was Garret, the guy she had always claimed to hate.

Jenna's feelings for Garret were strictly kept to herself. She could never face him, and tell him that she loved him.

Misty had kept herself shut in her bedroom until the mid afternoon. She had let go some of the bitterness she had towards Andy, and decided to confront him about what had happened earlier.

Before going downstairs, she heard arguing coming from the living room. She listened from the stairs railing.

"Andy's it's been six months now! This is getting out of hand!" She heard Mrs Thompson say. "You said that it was okay if she stayed here until she had to go back!" Andy snapped.

"Yes but what's going on between you two is just too much, and you're mother and I aren't comfortable with it. We don't like catching the two of you in bedrooms making out all the time. I think it's time that Misty moved out." His father said.

Misty's eyes widened. "Okay then why don't I just go and tell Misty right now that she has to go live on the streets!" She heard Andy say.

If Misty fully understood the sarcasm that regular humans used, she would know that what Andy had said was not true. Instead, she played his words in her over and over again, until she decided that Andy really did not want her after all.