Chapter 4 Lost

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• Sabrina's P.O.V
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• I didn't know why I did it, but I found myself taking a few minutes to explain the whole story to him.
• "So.... You're telling me that you can see spirits with your eyes...??", he cupped his chin, in thought.
• I nodded slowly. The Azacarus strictly warned about talking to spirits!... Ughh!... Was I going to get haunted for the rest of my life?! 
• Or worse..?
• He smiled, "well, I've heard of such eyes but I thought it was all a legend....but no need to fear, your secret is safe with me".
• I managed to force a smile, "Thanks". But I didn't believe any word he'd just spouted.
• We could both tell that the mood was getting a bit awkward. I wanted to say something... But how do you just start up a conversation with a spirit?
• Hey there?... So... how long have you been dead for?
• "So...", I began...
• "So..?", He joined.
• "So...Logan...tell me uhhm.. about yourself". 
• He looked towards the door, before he finally clearing his throat, "well, that's for me to know.....and for you to find out".
• I couldn't feel my fake smile fade as my eyes narrowed at him.
• "But not to worry, you will know in good time", he started to pace around the bed. "Spirits don't usually like talking about their past...". 
• Now I felt like an idiot all over again. "ohh...sorry..I understand..". I placed my hands on my laps.
• I heard him sigh, "your father is coming...".
• "Sabrina!... Time for dinner...must you always stress me to call you?!", I heard father grumble at the door.
• When I was still little, I called him dad. But I later discovered that name was meant for people who cared for their kids.
• Soon, I may end up calling him by his name. He was a terrible parent!
• Quickly bouncing off the bed, "I'm coming!". My eyes immediately moved to Logan who was facing the wall at the other side of the bed. ' how'd he do that!?'.  
• "I'll be back soon", I sighed a bit, hoping he'd be gone by then. He waved me goodbye without turning around. 
• What was he even looking at?
• Deciding not to bother, I flipped the light switch off. Father had a thing against wasting anything!... 
• I was a horrible cook, so attimes... He tried to be the mum.
• By 'attimes' I pretty much mean most of the time!
• We were having spaghetti and it was like her waited for me to shove a whole fork full of it into my mouth before speaking up.
• "So... What is this I heard about you calling a teacher names", he questioned without looking at me.
• I swallowed my food whole, my school always made sure they reported even the slightest details like your ink running out during class!
• "I wasn't even referring to him!"
• "I know..", he nodded sarcastically. "Just be happy you got off easy". He slapped a letter onto the table. "Just some extra school hours".
• The rest of the meal was a silent one. After hurriedly eating, I did the dishes and literally flew up to my room. On opening the door that same ball bounced through me. 
• I could feel goosebumps on my skin along with a strange chill. So this was how Mr Hendrickson felt?
• "Sorry..", I saw Logan jump after the ball.
• I couldn't help but smile at his childishness. "How did you even get a ball to be in that form?..", I casually strolled towards my bed. Forgetting what I'd done was a freaking ass taboo!
• He bounced it at a spot, "Let's just say it was a gift".
• Falling with my butt on the bed, "from..?". Surprisingly, I really wanted to know...
• He stopped for a bit, "a friend..", before walking up to me, "you ask too many questions, I bet that pisses your friends off..". He smiled mischievously.
• "Ohhm", I pulled my bag off the floor while rolling my eyes. "I wish"
• "Huh?"
• "I don't even have any friends to begin with..", I sighed, slowly searching my bag.
• He hesitated for a bit, "And why is that..?"
• I laughed sarcastically, "who would want to be friends with a red eyed antisocial witch?!", it was really funny saying it out loud. And to be very honest, I'd never want to be friends with someone that had my eye colour...
• I laughed under my breath, then a bit louder. But seeing the sympathetic look on his face made me stop. "Are you okay?".
• Why did he sound worried?
• "I guess..", I shrugged to avoid more questions. I was far from being okay.
• Unconsciously pouring out the contents of the bag, I'd begun to search with worry. "Where is it?" 
• I tossed some books away to make room for my eyes. "Oh no!... Oh no!", I slapped my forehead, recalling I'd last seen it while sitting on the grass.
• He cocks a brow at me, "what?"
• "No... No!", Some stray tears rolled down my cheeks as I met his eyes, "The Azacarus".
• "The what?", He frowned with concern.
• "My mother's momento!", I couldn't help but cover my face. Many thoughts raced through my mind of how it could be disposed... Or worse, Zoe finding it!
• Hurriedly getting up, I began to run around the room for my clothes. 
• "You can't go now!", Logan was trying to stop me. But I needed to go... Atleast make some effort!
• "I have to!... I can't wait!"
• "It's 9:15pm!", He pointed at the clock. The streets of Hermilton were really unsafe at night, everyone knew that.
• "Then what?!", I turned to face him, holding back the tears. That book meant everything to me!... It was like... Like a friend!
• "It'll be safer tomorrow, and your dad won't let you go out by this time..".
• He was right, dad was probably at the dinning table drawing something. He worked with construction companies and did most of the underground pipe and mechanical designs.
• There was also no way to go out the front or back door without getting caught.
• "Ohh god!", I pulled my hair while pacing endless about the room till my head hurt. I sighed in defeat before punching the light switch off.
• Logan was long gone by then, and I didn't even realise when he'd left.
• I couldn't read... And I didn't even shower. Just took off my clothes and laid down to sleep. But would sleep find me this night?
• I wondered.