I'll Fight For You

While I was at school last week something amazing happened. We were sitting in biology and my head dropped down onto the desk. Vic was sat on the other side of the room. But once he saw me he made an excuse to come over. Jess was holding my hand in comfort under the table and I felt Vic take my shoulders gently. I lifted my head up and saw Lauren sat on my desk. My eyes widened but then I relaxed.
"You need to know something." she rushed.
"Is it close?" I asked urgently and she nodded.
"Is it Lauren?" Jess asked and I nodded.
"The same will happen. You need to know. Know about Hannah Charlotte." she whispered quickly.
"How do I find out?" I asked.
"The age is wrong."
"Who's age? Mine before?" I asked and she nodded urgently.
"There was a boy. Robin didn't know."
"A baby?" I rushed. "Is he still alive?"
"Search for him. Search for Oliver Charlotte!" Lauren said. Then she screamed. I covered my ears and put my head down. When I looked up Lauren was off of the desk and standing by the wall. "I can't breathe," she said deadpan. She put her wrists forward and I looked at her sadly. They were bleeding. They were pulling her back. "Help me, my wrists are bleeding." she finished before she disappeared.
"She's gone." I told them.
"What did she say?" Vic asked.
"I have a son." I frowned.

After speaking to Vic's cousin we've found them. Vic's cousin looked at the records for us and found the place of residence. He gave us an address of an estate just outside on London. We googled it and managed to get a phone number. The estate is hundreds of years old with a huge mansion and grounds.
I had everyone gathered in Aidan's room. I had already phoned briefly. They knew who I was. I had spoken to Oliver's son, Harry. I wasn't sure how old he was. I had just said I needed to ask some important questions.
I was sat at the desk with Vic next to me. Jess, Jaime, Mike and Tony were sat on Aidan's bed. Vic dialled the number and set the phone down. I saw it ringing and Vic clicked it on loud speaker.
"Hello?" someone asked. I went to speak but no words came out. "Hello?" they asked again.
"Hi, I think you spoke to my girlfriend on the phone last week. She had some important questions." Vic said for me.
"It wasn't with myself. I'll ask my father." he replied. We heard mumbles in the background before someone laughed.
"Hello?" a different voice asked.
"Is that Oliver Charlotte?" I said quietly.
"No . . . it's not," the person sighed. "Is this Hannah?"
"Yes. Is it possible to speak with him?"
"I'm sorry. It's Harry. He was my father. He passed away in 1973." he said sadly. I looked at the floor and frowned. Vic rubbed my arm and I sighed.
"I didn't know." I mumbled.
"That is okay. Now, you wanted some information on my grandmother?"
"Yes," I said. "I still can't believe that you believe me."
"I've been expecting it for a while."
"How?"
"A few years ago someone told me my grandmother had come back, she had another life here. A ghost had told them. They said they were looking for you." he explained.
"You're very understanding of everything."
"I spent all of my life with stories from my father about his mother."
"Can you tell me what you know about her?" I urged.
"She was a very special woman," he sighed. "She lived with her parents and Step-Brother here. Her parents didn't know she was one of them. When she reached the age of eighteen she met a military man called Robin Bowe. They immediately fell in love. From what I know a year later she was suffering. The curse that comes with being special was killing her. She fell pregnant just before Robin was forced to leave to go to war. She never told him. She gave up on him and things turned worse. A baby was born - my father." he explained.
"What happened when they raged the attack?"
"She left a note. She left the estate and went to a nearby cemetery. Her mother found the baby. Her Step-Brother followed her to the cemetery. He found her under the attack. She was being shown things about those she loved to drive her insane. She couldn't move. She eventually killed herself."
"Do you know how they lured her out?" I asked carefully.
"Her dreams," he sighed. "She said in the note. They showed her her future. They showed her a future without Robin Bowe in it ever again." he finished.
"I'm sorry." I rushed.
"Please, it is something our family accepted many years ago," he soothed. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"I don't think so." I mumbled.
"I would very much like to keep in contact with you, Hannah. Even meet you one day."
"Of course," I agreed. "One thing." I said.
"Yes?"
"Who was The Haunted that told you about your grandmother's reincarnation?" I asked.
"Lauren Gray. She lives in San Diego, America I believe."
"Thank you." I said.
"Goodbye."
"Bye." I smiled sadly.
Vic ended the phone call and I sat back in the chair. I looked down and frowned. "Han'?" Jaime asked.
"My son is dead." I mumbled.
"He isn't your son." Vic sighed, rubbing my back.
"He was my son! Hannah Charlotte may be my past self but she's still me! My son is dead! All because they showed me a life without my love!" I screamed. I stood up and grabbed my hair tightly. "And as for Lauren . . . I know ghosts are supposed to be mysterious. But fucking hell! All I'm trying to do is stay alive!" I exclaimed. I started to walk towards the stairs when Vic grabbed my arm.
"Where are you going?" he asked gently.
"Home."
"Please, let me come with you." Vic begged.
"No," I shook my head. "I want to be on my own."
"Don't shut me out."
"I'm sorry." I rushed.
"I love you, Hannah."
"I love you too," I sighed. "I'll see you soon." I said and kissed his cheek.
I turned and hurried up the stairs. I walked out of Jess's house and to Jaime's car. I got inside and pulled out on the road.
When I got home I hurried inside. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I slammed my door but when I turned around I found Mom sat on my bed.
"We need to talk." Mom sighed heavily.
"Please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood." I said desperately.
"Hannah, you're sick." she told me. Around her she had all of the supernatural things I had hidden under my bed from my wall.
"I'm not." I shook my head.
"You are. You are a sick girl. It's came back. You need help, you need medicine. It is a disease."
"I'm not fucking sick!" I exclaimed. "I see ghosts! I'm special! I can't help it!" I pleaded.
"You don't. You think you do. I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said. Mom came to me and kissed my head. "I'm only doing this because I don't want anything bad to happen to you or anyone else. You have to believe me, love." she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked through gritted teeth. Mom went to the door and walked out. She closed the door behind her and I heard it lock. I ran to the door and banged on it. "Let me out!" I demanded. I was trying to force it open but it was no use. My own mother thinks I'm insane. And what do you people do to sick people? They lock them away.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Do you hate Hannah's Mom? What about everything from Hannah's past life? Is there anything else? What do you think of it all? Send me your ghost stories :)