remember

I woke screaming. I had had the same nightmare 365 times. The ride down the hill, the sudden jerk, the horrifying pain slashing into me, screaming and every thing suddenly going black. I had had this night mare every night since the accident, the accident I never walked away from, the accident I still think about even in death. Because yes ghost could sleep and because the can sleep they can dream because they can dream they can have nightmares. We don’t have to sleep I just have yet to kick the habit. Frank says he slept for months after he died.
Frank Gusenberg is a old ghost that found me about 2 weeks after my accident. He died in the Saint Valentine's Day massacre. Frank was not a bystander ether he was lined up against that wall with his brother Peter Gusenberg 3 others from Bug Moran’s gang, a “gang groupie“ and a mechanic. He told me once that him and Peter split very soon after dying but besides that he doesn’t talk about him.
Although he was a old mobster harden by the way of the mafia he stepped in as my guardian when it was impossible for anybody else to. He was the one that found me standing in the same place I had been standing in for 2 weeks. The same place I had died. He was the one now floating up stairs probably to check on me. I could smell him he had a tell tail smell of cigars and gun smoke.
“you ok kid?” he asked me with a mix of tiredness and worry in his voice.
“yeah im ok frank its not like someone’s gonna kill me.” I said trying to make a joke. But apparently humor about death was not gonna tickle him at the moment.
“Hey frank im gonna take a walk.”
“Sam the more you float past that guardrail the more you will dream about it.”
“I wasn’t gonna float over their.” I said a lilltel guilty because that had been one of the things I was going to do.
“then were are you gonna go?”
“Im just gonna check on them frank.”
“they wont forget you Sam.”
“I just don’t want to forget them, I cant forget frank.”
“ok then go.” he sighed heavily.
I floated through the window, and on to the road. We had moved into the castle so my house wasn’t far away. A few minutes later I was their standing in front of my house. No not my house anymore, I didn’t live their any more. I floated up into my moms room she turned over as I sat on the edge of her bed. She always did this when I came close to her. Frank and I had talked about why this happened, we think its because even if ghost don’t have a body they still smell like they did when they were alive except stronger. So her turning over meant she could smell me. I watched her face committing it to memory I had to remember, I could not forget them. I would not see them again. Because after tomorrow frank and I were jumping the pond and touring Europe. I had told myself when I was alive I would someday get to Europe. I don’t plan on coming back ether. I cant taunt myself with the life I had or the life I could have had any longer. I wont see them in the after life. frank says only the people who have done a lot of bad in their life (meaning frank) or the ones that have died to early (meaning me) become ghost. And I had to keep telling myself that they would all live until they are supposed to die.
Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the day I died. frank and I will go to Europe. But I will remember.