A ghost emerges (Mi's side)

A ghost emerges

Mi

I was woken up by screaming; her screaming. It impossible of course; Arabella was dead. That alone making it impossible for her to be actually screaming somewhere in one of the rooms near me so I shook my head and tried to get the tortures screaming to retreat back into my dreams but it did not meaning I had either gone mad or someone was screaming; screaming her scream, somewhere in the unit.

“Who’s screaming?” I asked Esmee cautiously thinking the excuse that I might of gone mad was more likely then the other possibility that someone was actually causing such a racket and had not yet me carried off to the relative sound proofing if an ECA.

“We are trying to rehabilitate one of our patients that doesn’t leave the ECA all that often, we have been trying to get her reintegrated for months but all are plans fail and she lands up back in there right away, by the sounds of it this time wont be any different.” Esmee sighed flinching as the screaming seemed to accelerate.

“That’s Arabella!” I shouted my memory jarring back to months and moths before back to another time when I had witnessed the shape of a ghost girl rocking back and forth in the confinements of the ECA. Her incarceration was justified by Emmet and the rest of the team by saying it was the only way they could help her but somewhere in me I knew they where wrong, no human was born to be locked up.

Instinctively I got to my feet and bolted for the door of my bedroom to try and see if I could get a glimpse of her in the skin rather then in a grainy CCTV image. I had no idea why I actually cared but I did, maybe it was because she had the same name as someone important to me, maybe it was because I had always reacted to this particular scream before making it impossible to ignore.

“Mi, you don’t want to go out there, it will only distress you to see her like she is and there is nothing you can do to help. She will have a whole entourage of staff dedicated to her; including Emmet.” Esmee said getting to her feet with a sigh to come after me but I didn’t listen to her or more accurately couldn’t listen to her and in cautiously i pocked my head around the corner of my bedroom.

“Arabella! Arabella! Calm down!” Emmet shouted above the noise of her screaming trying his best to comfort her in any way he new how from hugging to complete firmness but the girl in question was having none of it and in a way I could see why for the whole scene looked more like a public humiliation then a rehabilitation attempt.

The first odd thing that stood out was what she was wearing. For some reason someone had decided to dress her up like she was about to go skateboarding for the first time and decided to put on knee pads, elbow pads, wrists guards and a crash helmet on over the top of her very simplistic outfit of light grey jogging bottoms and white tee shirt, I wasn’t even her and I could feel the humiliation bubble somewhere inside me for her, they all said she was out of it and didn’t know what was happening but the second most striking thing about Arabella was her Eyes. She was all the way up the other end of the corridor and bouncing her self off of anything she could find so her eyes where not clear to see but still they where more important then anything else because even from where I was I could see they where open doors into her soul and they where so alive. So full of everything she had ever felt, worlds and universes of un-heard feelings, brutal betrayals and shattering humiliations They where not the eyes of someone who didn’t know or someone who didn’t feel what was happening to them and they where devastated. the last strange thing that got my attention were the number of staff that where surrounding her. Esmee had not been lying when she said there was a large entourage of staff assigned to her as I could see at least seven from where I was looking around the door and I had a feeling there was a load more blocking off of the stares because whenever her bouncing body headed for them she seemed to get pushed back towards Emmet who was in the middle of it all with her.

“What are they doing to her?” I demanded spinning around to look at Esmee my whole body trembling with rage at what I was seeing going on. They may have thought they where helping her but from an outsiders point of view it simply looked like they where bullying her making them the cause of her screaming; that screaming.

“I told you it would upset you,” Esmee sighed coming closer to me to try and take my hand but I pulled away from her; I did not want to be comforted.

“I am not upset!” I snapped biting down heard on my bottom lips to stop me from punching the wall next to me in fury.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m fucking angry! I yelled, “They are treating her like she is part of some freak show, what comes next pocking her with a stick?” I practically screamed moving my self into the middle of the room so I was not in punching range of any of the walls, I could not afford to get my self restrained now, I had to help her, if I could do nothing else, I had to help her.

“Mi calm down, I know the screaming is hard but they wont let it go on much longer and they will put her away again.”

“Oh no they fucking wont! She is not a toy!” I yelled so loud that Esmee actually shot her hand over the red button of her RRA and backed up four paces away from me her hands in a surrendering position.

It felt like my heart ripped clean open as she did it and for a tiny second the anger was taken over by the utter sadness that made the tears come to my eyes and wash down over my cheeks with no control, she fought I was going to hit her. How could she ever think I would lay a finger on her. After all this time could it be that she still didn’t know me at all? She said she wanted to see me as a sister, that she wanted to get to know me but right then all she saw was a out of control psyceatric case that she had to defend her self from.

“You think I’m going to hit you?” I asked the tears chocking up my speech, “You think I could ever hit you?” I asked again chewing on my trembling bottom lip, “I love you.” I said the tears finally taking over me completely as I turned away from her and bolted to the door “I fucking love you!” I sobbed