Chapter 4 of Visions

The next day...
When Jake got home, my sister went to the mall. Jacob told me that he's gonna stay with me so that I won't be alone.
When I went outside to get the mail, I overheard a loud sound of gas coming out of a motorcycle, I looked over, and I saw it. The black motorcycle- with silver flames on the sides, just like Jeremy's.
Jeremy showed up, and his ghostly presence and he turned me around from the painful memory. He gave me a little grin to help me, but I hated everything that was going on.
I started to run away, but he grabbed my hand.
"Kelly- you can't run way from me. I'm trying to help you." he said.
"Well, it hurts too much. You don't think I want you to be here? Of course I do, but it hurts to know that- you're not real. It's just a figment of you, and it kills me." I said.
"Kel, I-"
"Just go away." I cut him off.
"Why?"
"Because- you're dead."
I turned away and ran inside, then tears fell down again.
I started to get headaches and felt natious; I headed to the kitchen to get some food. I saw my sister leave, so I said bye and she said,
"Bye, eat some food."
"How'd you know that?" I said.
"Know what?"
"That I was hungry?"
"Hon, I can hear your stomach growling from upstairs."
I amazes me how she knew I was hungry, probably because she might have saw me outside talking to the air, since I'm the only person who can see Jeremy, and because I am starving.
"OK, well bye." I said, as she was halfway through the door.
I sat down on the couch, as I started hyperventilating.
"I can't stay here." I said, as I picked up the phone.
I called my Aunt Alexia; she lives in Florida, so I thought if I called her, I'd be able to stay down there for a little while.
I have permission from the school to stay out as long as I needed to since I had the excuse of getting out because a close one dying.
Jeremy showed up.
"I know what you're gonna do, and I can't let you." he said.
"Really? Well, try and stop me." I said, as I dialed the number.
He gave me a face of disappointment.
"OK then."
I deleted the number as I saw him fade away.
I re-dialed my aunt's number, as I lied back on the couch; my stomach growled again.