When Lucas appeared in the Boyd’s living room, he immediately noticed all the boxes lying around the house. They had filled the living room completely and the couch had disappeared under the boxes. Lucas walked into the living room and touched slightly one of the boxes that was closest to him.
“Are they moving?” Lucas asked to himself quietly, refusing to believe the first thought that had came to his head relating the boxes’ existence. “What are these boxes?”
He started moving towards the voices he heard and finally located them; they were in his old bedroom. He furrowed his eyebrows when he stepped inside his room and saw Mrs. Boyd, Mr. Boyd and Emily sitting there on the bed, going through his Xbox-games.
“What are you–“, he started but closed his mouth when he realised what he was seeing around him: all his stuff was gone. Suddenly Lucas had to accept what he had already knew but refused to accept or believe.
“They are getting rid of my stuff”, Lucas breathed out. He noticed that his mother was crying when she got up and put the games into a box near the bed. “Mum! Don’t!”
But she didn’t hear him. He watched in horror how all the evidence of his life was placed inside the ugly boxes. Just like that, in a matter of hours, his whole life was in the boxes. As if like he had never existed.
He couldn’t bear it, so he gave one last glance to Emily before going back to Ronald’s place. Maybe he could tell them to stop his mother from getting rid of his stuff. Lucas didn’t fancy an idea of transforming into an evil spirit, but if he had to use the Ouija board one more time then fine, so be it. First thing he heard when the blurriness wasn’t so bad anymore, was loud shouting and arguing.
He saw that Ronald and Farrah were standing next to each other while Ransley was still in the corner and Ramsey was standing in front of him protectively.
They were arguing about what they should do, how they should help Lucas.
“Why do I have to be part of this?” Ramsey snarled. “You do whatever you want, don’t make me part of it!”
“How can you not care? You have the knowledge to how to help Lucas and you choose to do nothing?! How cruel can you be?” Ronald yelled.
“Ronald, we can’t make him–“, Farrah started, but Ronald interrupted him.
“We have to! We can’t do this alone!” Ronald was furious, and for a moment Lucas felt bad that he hadn’t answered them earlier, but only for a moment.
“Ransley and I have things to do and I, quite frankly, couldn’t give a flying fuc–“
“SHUT UP!” Ransley yelled suddenly, and that worked because not only did Ramsey go quiet, everybody else did too. Lucas had time to examine their faces and he saw how Ronald looked angry, Farrah looked curious and Ramsey… well, as usual, Lucas couldn’t tell how the man was feeling, his face was blank. His eyebrows were a bit higher than normally, but otherwise his face was blank.
“We will help you”, Ransley said, looking at Ronald. “We will do whatever it takes to help Lucas move on.”
“I don’t want your help”, Ronald hissed through his teeth. “I want Ramsey’s help.”
“And I said I’m not helping”, Ramsey said.
“Yes, you are”, Ransley said. “If you want me to cooperate and do whatever you want, you will help them”, he pointed at Ronald and Farrah, “to help Lucas.”
Silence filled the room as everyone in the room stared at Ramsey, waiting for his reaction. Lucas didn’t stare at Ramsey. He stared at Ransley.
“Damn...”, Lucas muttered, watching how Ransley stared at Ramsey, challenging him with his eyes. “You’re really making it hard to get over you.”
“Deal”, Ramsey said finally and nodded at Ransley. “You do whatever I tell you to do, and you genuinely try to gain control. You will eat when I tell you to. You will sleep when I tell you to. Are we clear?”
Ransley gritted his teeth but nodded. “Yes.”
Lucas took a deep breath and shook his head In disbelief: Ransley had been ready to die but now he agreed onRamsey’s terms just like that. Was it really because of Lucas? Lucas took another deep breath.
“Good”, Ramsey said and looked at Ronald. “Guess we will work together. Again.”
“No”, Ronald said, and glared at Ransley. “I don’t want to work with him.”
“You don’t get to choose.”
Lucas watched how Ronald glanced at Farrah, who nodded at him, and then sighed and immediately Lucas knew that Ronald had given up.
“Fine”, Ronald said, “but first I want Ransley to tell me something.”
“Anything”, Ransley said immediately. “As long as I can help Lucas to move on, I will tell you anything.”
Ronald narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what did you feel when Lucas left for that camping trip with me and you planned to attack us. How could you? How is it possible that you seem to honestly care about Lucas, but at the same time created a plan to attack us, attack me?”
“I planned to scare you! Not to lose control!” Ransley snarled angrily, but one look from Ramsey made him take a shaky breath and his shoulders slumped. “I will tell you. And I hope Lucas hears this too, because I never got to explain this to him.”
“Are they moving?” Lucas asked to himself quietly, refusing to believe the first thought that had came to his head relating the boxes’ existence. “What are these boxes?”
He started moving towards the voices he heard and finally located them; they were in his old bedroom. He furrowed his eyebrows when he stepped inside his room and saw Mrs. Boyd, Mr. Boyd and Emily sitting there on the bed, going through his Xbox-games.
“What are you–“, he started but closed his mouth when he realised what he was seeing around him: all his stuff was gone. Suddenly Lucas had to accept what he had already knew but refused to accept or believe.
“They are getting rid of my stuff”, Lucas breathed out. He noticed that his mother was crying when she got up and put the games into a box near the bed. “Mum! Don’t!”
But she didn’t hear him. He watched in horror how all the evidence of his life was placed inside the ugly boxes. Just like that, in a matter of hours, his whole life was in the boxes. As if like he had never existed.
He couldn’t bear it, so he gave one last glance to Emily before going back to Ronald’s place. Maybe he could tell them to stop his mother from getting rid of his stuff. Lucas didn’t fancy an idea of transforming into an evil spirit, but if he had to use the Ouija board one more time then fine, so be it. First thing he heard when the blurriness wasn’t so bad anymore, was loud shouting and arguing.
He saw that Ronald and Farrah were standing next to each other while Ransley was still in the corner and Ramsey was standing in front of him protectively.
They were arguing about what they should do, how they should help Lucas.
“Why do I have to be part of this?” Ramsey snarled. “You do whatever you want, don’t make me part of it!”
“How can you not care? You have the knowledge to how to help Lucas and you choose to do nothing?! How cruel can you be?” Ronald yelled.
“Ronald, we can’t make him–“, Farrah started, but Ronald interrupted him.
“We have to! We can’t do this alone!” Ronald was furious, and for a moment Lucas felt bad that he hadn’t answered them earlier, but only for a moment.
“Ransley and I have things to do and I, quite frankly, couldn’t give a flying fuc–“
“SHUT UP!” Ransley yelled suddenly, and that worked because not only did Ramsey go quiet, everybody else did too. Lucas had time to examine their faces and he saw how Ronald looked angry, Farrah looked curious and Ramsey… well, as usual, Lucas couldn’t tell how the man was feeling, his face was blank. His eyebrows were a bit higher than normally, but otherwise his face was blank.
“We will help you”, Ransley said, looking at Ronald. “We will do whatever it takes to help Lucas move on.”
“I don’t want your help”, Ronald hissed through his teeth. “I want Ramsey’s help.”
“And I said I’m not helping”, Ramsey said.
“Yes, you are”, Ransley said. “If you want me to cooperate and do whatever you want, you will help them”, he pointed at Ronald and Farrah, “to help Lucas.”
Silence filled the room as everyone in the room stared at Ramsey, waiting for his reaction. Lucas didn’t stare at Ramsey. He stared at Ransley.
“Damn...”, Lucas muttered, watching how Ransley stared at Ramsey, challenging him with his eyes. “You’re really making it hard to get over you.”
“Deal”, Ramsey said finally and nodded at Ransley. “You do whatever I tell you to do, and you genuinely try to gain control. You will eat when I tell you to. You will sleep when I tell you to. Are we clear?”
Ransley gritted his teeth but nodded. “Yes.”
Lucas took a deep breath and shook his head In disbelief: Ransley had been ready to die but now he agreed onRamsey’s terms just like that. Was it really because of Lucas? Lucas took another deep breath.
“Good”, Ramsey said and looked at Ronald. “Guess we will work together. Again.”
“No”, Ronald said, and glared at Ransley. “I don’t want to work with him.”
“You don’t get to choose.”
Lucas watched how Ronald glanced at Farrah, who nodded at him, and then sighed and immediately Lucas knew that Ronald had given up.
“Fine”, Ronald said, “but first I want Ransley to tell me something.”
“Anything”, Ransley said immediately. “As long as I can help Lucas to move on, I will tell you anything.”
Ronald narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what did you feel when Lucas left for that camping trip with me and you planned to attack us. How could you? How is it possible that you seem to honestly care about Lucas, but at the same time created a plan to attack us, attack me?”
“I planned to scare you! Not to lose control!” Ransley snarled angrily, but one look from Ramsey made him take a shaky breath and his shoulders slumped. “I will tell you. And I hope Lucas hears this too, because I never got to explain this to him.”
