"So, what exactly has been going on?" Ryan spoke, sitting on a chair in the living room that faced the tan colored couch. A cameraman was fixated on him and my mother and father, doing the first interview. Ryan had a pen and pad of paper in his hand, readying himself to take notes if needed. I could hear Sergy, Heather, Eilfie and Michelle rummaging around in the distance, setting up cameras for Dead Time later tonight. They were all engaged in a rather interesting conversation, but I didn't bother to pay attention; what was going on in front of me was far more consuming. I sat next to my mother on the couch, my dad on the far right. I guessed that Ryan was going to be the one conducting the interview, since he was the only present; Heather usually was, but once and a while Ryan stepped in.

Luckily, this was one of those times.

My mother sighed. "Well, our...our daughter Annika committed suicide a little over a month ago," her voice was hoarse, and I could tell she was fighting off tears. She glanced over at dad, "We just...want to know that she's still around. I can feel her. And once I even thought I heard her."

Damn, I cursed myself. I was trying to save that for tonight...But...wait a second. Something else happened. A while ago. What was it? I tried searching for it in my memories, but with not being able to keep track of days anymore blends everything together. It's hard to stay ahead of things.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that..." Ryan mumbled apologetically. "Well," he said, starting to scribble down on the paper. "We'll definitely try to help you with the healing process. Now," he looked back up again, "do you have any idea as to why she may have been suicidal?"

"No, we have no idea." My mother said, looking down at her hands in disbelief and wonder. "She wasn't depressed, and she's never seemed suicidal in any sense of the word. She was happy. She had friends, we were supportive of her....I don't know. I don't know why she would have. She was an amazing girl..." Her teeth had a strong grip on her lower lip, and I could start to smell the blood welling up, threatening to break through the flimsy skin. I had to admit, my mother was right with these things. I was happy. Just...not happy as I could have been, I guess.

Ryan looked sad. "Has she ever made herself seen...?" He cleared his throat, "Has she ever moved anything around...done any fairly obvious activity?"

Oh god his voice is sexy when he coughs.... I thought to myself without bothering to filter my mind. Wait, what am I doing? I should be paying attention. I can do this later... But I had no idea if I could handle myself. It sounded even sexier now than when I was alive.

This time my father butted in. "Uh, yes." Mother simutanously shot him a surprised look, just as Ryan glanced up from his writing, curiosity clear in his eyes. "One night when my wife, Debbie, was asleep...I got up to get a snack at around 11PM." Oh crap. The memory of what happened that night flooded back into my mind. Now I remembered. How could I be so stupid? "I was in the kitchen," he continued, "and I could hear footsteps from behind me. I stopped what I was doing, because I could feel a presence, and looked around. I saw her." I could see tears crystalizing in his tear-ducts before anyone else could. But he faught, blinking them away. "I was frozen for a long time. She just stood there, staring at me. I stared back. I didn't dare speak or move a muscle because I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. After a few minutes...She ran off. But not without running up to me and kissing my cheek."

The room was silent, aside from my mom weeping quietly. My father stood and walked across the room, returning with a box of Kleenex. She immediately took one and blew her nose loudly, then crumpling it up in her hands and returning to biting her lip again. I sat, shifting uneasily in my seat, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as my dad reassuringly rubs my mother's back in slow, even circles. I decide to keep my eyes off of my parents and just stare ahead at Ryan. He was busy, writing on the paper again. I could hear the ink leaking out of the pen and soaking onto the paper; I focused on that. "Is this the only occassion you had, seeing Annika?" Ryan said without looking up.

My father nodded at first, but then noticed Ryan did not see. "Yes," he coughed.

"Alright...That's all I have for you ri--"

Ryan was interrupted by Sergy poking his head through the hallway that was leading to my room and the bathroom. "Hey Ryan, everything's set up for tonight. We're ready whenever you are." He said curtly. By now it was 8 PM. They usually didn't do Dead Time until about 1 AM, so they had time to kill, no doubt. "And, ha," he added, "you should come see this room, man. I think you'll get a kick out of it."

He's talking about my room.

"Oh, okay! Thanks Serg," Ryan said. "And...alright?" He seemed a bit confused. "But uh, to kill time, would you all want to get a bite to eat somewhere?" He glanced around for approval; my mother, father, and Sergy all nodded their heads. "We should go to the Five 8 Club..." My mother whispered suddenly, a smile appearing across her face. "That was always Annika's favorite."

"Then Five 8, is it." Ryan finalized.