The Dead Kid Returns: Chapter 4: Phase Two

Beth decided that it was time for Phase two of her plan to help the new kid. One Thursday, as they read together in the park, she asked, “Could we get together on Saturday? Maybe you could come over to my house?”

“Or I could come to yours.” She added.

“I’ll ask.” the new kid said softly.

The next morning, the new kid said to her, “You can come over Saturday, if you want to.”

“I do.”

The new kid gave her the address and a phone number, and then retreated a little.

“I’ll be there.” Beth said.

Beth had gotten permission from her parents, so Saturday, she made her way to the neighborhood where the new kid lived. The house looked like all the other houses around it, right up to the point where Beth knocked on the door and the new kid let her in.

Inside, it was a different matter. The house was clean enough, but there was something in the atmosphere that almost choked Beth.

It was grief.

An appalling grief hung over the place, darkening every room and hallway. Like a thick black smoke, it had soaked into the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and the furniture.
In a desperate attempt to brighten the mood, Beth told the new kid about her funny cat.

The animal would avoid you like the plague if you tried to reach for it, but if you sat still, and pretended to be doing something else quietly, it would jump up onto your lap, purring for your attention.

Beth smiled to herself and thought, “I think I’m doing something like that right now.”

The new kid smiled back.

They had a good day together, despite the atmosphere, and when it was time for Beth to go home, she said, “Maybe next week you could come to my place.”

“That sounds good.” The new kid said, and just for a moment the girl within shone as brightly as she did three days a month.

Beth had to hold back tears as she left the house.

The week passed slowly, and then Saturday dawned. Beth got ready, and started looking at the clock, wondering if the new kid would actually come.

But, right at the appointed time, the bell rang, and it was the new kid. Beth invited the new kid inside, and they sat in the living room, and played board games.

Once they had played a couple games, Beth decided that it was time.

She sat beside the new kid on the couch, and quietly at first, began telling the story of the dead kid.

She told how it had shown up one day, how they got comfortable with it coming to class, and even how no one could quite decide if it was a boy or a girl.

Beth slid closer to the new kid, as she described the fateful day when she had decided to kiss the dead kid.

“I came up to it at recess, and asked. It let me come close, and so I gave it a kiss just ... like .. this.”

She kissed the new kid gently on the lips.

It wouldnt be totally fair to say sparks flew, but Beth felt a warmth spread from her lips down her body, pooling in her budding breasts and just below her tummy.

She opened her eyes, and looked at the new kid, who seemed to be in shock.

“You okay?”

The new kid shimmered, and for a moment, Beth was looking at the dead kid, for the first time in a long time. Then, the image faded, and it was the new kid in front of her again.

“I’d ... better go.”

Beth looked at the new kid, surprised.

“Please. Please let me go.”

Beth stood up, still at a loss.

“I’m sorry I...” She started

The new kid went to the door, and went outside. Beth followed, "Please" Beth said

But the new kid just kept walking away.

Beth turned around sadly and went home.

“Well, that could have gone better.” She thought.