Synopsis: Seventeen-year-old, Gabrielle Pearce was involved in a tragic car accident, that left her in a coma for six months. After waking up, she doesn't remember anything about that night, which took the life of her mother, and left her with the ability to see and talk to ghosts.
"Gabby, it's going to be hard on all of us," Reverend Pearce threw in. "But in time we will get through this."
"I know, Grandpa." Gabrielle addressed him. It felt good and bought a smile to his face.
"Grandpa has better get going," Reverend Pearce replied. "I have a appointment on the other side of town. It's going to take me at least a hour to get there. Uncle Jacob told me to tell you, he won't be able to return today, but he'll see you tomorrow." He planted a kiss on her forehead. "And your Uncle Josh is away at college, he will see you as soon as he can."
"I look forward to meeting him." Gabrielle replied.
"Josh is only a couple of years older than you, you two got along well" Reverend Pearce, grabbed his jacket, strolled over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "I will see you two later."
After his departure, Ava looked around the room. "It's so dark and dreary in here." She opened the curtains, and a small amount of sunlight streamed into the room. " I know this is a hospital, but lets light things up just a bit." She removed dead roses from a vase and threw them in the trash can. She headed into the bathroom, returning with fresh water.
"I'm going to head down to the gift shop to get some fresh roses and a couple of balloons to decorate the room."
Ava grinned like a Chelshire cat. "It's good to hear you call me, Grandma. I missed hearing it." She grabbed her purse out of the chair. "Now get some rest. I'll be back in no time."
Ava left the room. Gabrielle pressed the 'up' button and the bed began to rise. She closed her eyes. Then she felt, what was a cold draft of air swooshed into the room. She shuddered. She could feel a presence in the room. She opened her eyes, to the young man standing at the head of the bed.