Here On Earth: Chapter 2

"Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell fell to his brutal death on Monday…" Nick flipped off the TV and covered his face with his hands. Sarah was sitting next to him on the couch in the lodge that the four of them had rented for their vacation. Her back was straight and she stared blankly at the television in front of her.
"I'm going to bed," Nick said roughly, getting up off the couch and stalking off to his room.
"Nick, that's not going to help anything," Sarah turned around and faced him. "You can't hide from it. We need to hold a memorial service or something."
"That won't help it either!" Nick exploded walking back into the small living room. "Nothing's gonna help it! Eva's dead! Brian's dead! They were smashed to pieces! Nothing can help it! Nothing!" His breath was coming in jagged gasps, his breathing the only sound in the room. "Sarah, I'm sorry, I just can't get over their deaths…"
"Well, I suffered too, Nick." Her voice was wobbly as she fought back the sob forming in her throat. "I loved Brian. I loved him. We both suffered. There's no reason to explode like that. We have to do something for them, though. A memorial service, a funeral, anything! That way there's a closing on their deaths." She rested her head against the soft fabric of the couch. She heard Nick's footsteps coming closer to where she sat.
"I've already called Kevin and told him the news. He said that he'd handle it now. He's going to arrange a closed casket funeral and memorial service. There's nothing more we can do now." He sat back down on the couch next to Sarah. "I loved him too, Sarah. He was my brother, my friend." She nodded. "I'm going to go to bed now. I just want to get some rest."
Nick walked to the back hall and entered his room, closing the door behind him. He groaned as he flopped down on the soft bed. "Aw, man. What I wouldn't give to go back in time."
"Nick, is that you?" A small voice came from in a corner, but Nick didn't hear it.
He rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. "Oh, Eva," the pillow was beginning to dampen with his tears. "Baby, I just wanna see you one more time. Eva, just one more time."
"Nick? Can you hear me?" The voice came again.
Nick picked his head up out of his pillow. "I'm losin' it. There's nothing there, I didn't hear anything." He pushed his face back into the pillow and closed his eyes, longing for sleep.
"Nick, please! Can you hear me? Nick, I'm over here! Please hear me!" This time Nick heard the voice clearly and sat straight up on the bed.
"Hello?" He called out uncertainly.
"Nick! He can hear me! Nick! Nick, I'm sitting in the corner, in the chair! Nick, can you see me? Can you see me?" The voice sounded hollow and yet sounded really familiar. He slowly turned his head towards the chair in the corner, not really wanting to know if there would be anything there.
"Holy shit," he muttered, staring at the blurry figure in the chair.
"You can see me!"
"No kidding!" Nick closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "This is a dream. This is not happening. And you're not really here."
"Yes, Nick, I am." The figure moved closer to Nick and the image started to clear.
"But…but…you're dead!

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