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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN—
stars around my scars.

Sarah woke up on the right side of the bed, even though she usually slept on the left. She was closest to the phone, opening her eyes and staring right at it. It was almost noon, but it looked like it was barley sunrise outside. She stepped over Bingo and walked to the window, pulling it open and looking at the sky. It was so cloudy that it appeared much darker then it had, a possible storm coming.

Sarah inhaled as she looked back. Bingo had moved to lay on the other side of the bed now. Sarah sat down and stared at that damn phone all day long. She'd stare and wait for anything. She went to bother Gwen again to ask about any dreams, but she forgot that school went on during the day. She worried about Bruce and Mr.Yamada, but they weren't home either, and then she remembered they were both at school too.

Sarah sighed as she walked way from their house with her head hung a little low, trying to remember when school got out, but she just couldn't remember exactly when so she'd know when to go find Gwen.

The street was empty, letting her walk down the middle of it and count in her head as she tried to calculate the correct number of hours. She froze when she felt a harsh thump hit the back of her bed. It was something light, but it still gave her a jolt. Sarah looked down when it landed by her side, an article about a car accident on the front page.

It was a newspaper.

Sarah spun around and yelled out in fear when she'd been chest to chest with someone. She hit the gravel harshly, yelping slightly. She was scared by the person before her, the blood on his face and clothes made her skin crawl. It took her a moment, but she recognized the person behind that pale skin and sunken in eyes.

"Billy?"

"Hey, Sar." he smiled at her, crouching down on her level. "I missed you."

She didn't know if it would work, but she reached forward and wrapped her arms around him. It had, it absolutely did work. She held onto his cold, lifeless body and clung to it as hard as she could. Sarah cried, she wasn't sure if it was through pain or joy. "I miss you so much."

"Me too." he sat down on the gravel with her and rubbed her back. "We have to talk."

"I talked to Griffin last night." she pulled back and smiled at him. She laced their hands together and set them between the pair.

"Who's Griffin?" he was lost too.

"The boy. The little one that is with you." she explained through nods of her head.

"That is his name? Griffin?" Billy gave a small smile, nodding his head.

Sarah hesitated. "Do you know your name?"

"No." he said back. "You called me Billy. That's it, then?"

Sarah gave him a sad smile, grasping his face in her hands and nodding. "Yeah, that's your name."

He smiled at her, the feeling of her palms touching his face better then he thought it would be. His came up and held her wrist, thumbs rubbing across the little scars on her palms. "What happened?"

"Just some glass." she said in return as he pulled her hands back, looking at her palms. There were covered in tiny little scars, some a little deeper and caused a raise in her skin. "I put my hand in it on accident."

She wondered if ghost knew about lies, or if they had to be there in the room to see it happen in order to call her out on it. If he did know, he didn't say anything, he just drew little stars aren't the biggest scars.

"Are you scared here?" Sarah asked him curiously.

"No. But, I just don't know how to leave." he looked at her. "This can't be all. Right?"

"Right." she agreed with him. "Where are you? I can find your body, put you to rest. Griffin too."

"I don't know. I can't remember." he shook his head as Sarah mentally wanted to die at his words.

"Do you remember who took you?" Sarah pushed for something, anything so she could help him. "Kids are starting to call him The Grabber. The papers are too, now."

"I can't remember his face. But I can remember some stuff." he looked to her with a hesitant look. He wouldn't tell her. "I had a picture of us."

"A picture of me and you?" she asked as he nodded his head. "The polaroids we took?"

"I kept one in my jacket pocket. I know he found it, and he has it now." Billy frowned as he put his hands into his pockets and pulled them out empty.

Sarah put her hand into the orange jacket, his orange jacket and pulled one out to show him. "I have one."

He took it from her and looked down at it. Their names at the bottom, her head leaned over toward him with a large smile across her face. While he stared at the photo, she stared at his wounds. They weren't as bad as Griffins were, but it still seemed like he had a slow death. A slash across his face, the side of his neck, and a deep stab wounds right where his heart was. Sarah brought her hand up and placed it over the wound, Billy looked down at her hand after taking his eye off the picture. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Sarah kept her hand there, he had no heartbeat, and his blood didn't stain her hands. He began to fade under her hold. Sarah winced and felt like throwing up. "Don't go."

"I can't help it." he said back as she moved to wrap her arms around his waist, laying head head down. "I'll figure out how to see you again. I promise. I need to go check on your boyfriend, make sure he's still okay."

"Promise me you'll come to me one more time." Sarah begged as she looked to him.

"I promise." Billys hand touched hers. "But you need to wake up. Even if I don't see you before. Just wake up, okay? When I come back, I don't want to see you still here. I want you to wake up."

"What can you tell me? Anything that I can help you with? To save Vance?" she begged for an answer, so desperately wanting anything.

"I can't remember." Billy frowned as he stared at her eyes. "Everything we said is all we can remember. I'll try to help Vance, I promise."

Sarah nodded as she watched his body start to fall transparent. "I love you."

"I love you too." he told her one final time, before she was alone on the street. Her hands pushing into the gravel and not into his leg like it was just seconds before. She removed her hands from the road, wincing as she pushed the gravel out of her skin.

And now she was bleeding.

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