Bayley's First Ghost | OPEN |

[eilrahc]

"Help me........

"NO!". The boy snapped, spinning back behind the clothes stand. What - was going on? When you finish set, decide to go to starbucks for five seconds to grab a low-fat chai late, you don't expect to find - a brutalized corpse yelling for hope. Really? This was not Charmed, this was not some brutal sitcom, this was real life. And this woman, blood trailing down a white dress with gashed through her neck and face stared at him, moaning for help. Help? Help him! He felt like he was going to throw up. He chanted an 'OMG' series under his breath as he slowly ducked his head over the stand. His eyes closed tight, maybe this was a hallucination. Like Michele dropped some fun pill in his drink for - some unknown reason. But when he opened his eyes slowly, peaking to look again at this Bloody Mary - literally, he was about to gasp but she wasn't there. Thank god! Searching around in front of him, seeing a bunch of girl staring at him. A crazy in the boutique, someone call security. Sighing in relief, he turned around to leave but there she was, just in his face.

A scream escaped his mouth as he stumbled backwards into a shoe rack. Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed a pair of stelletos and held it as a weapon. Blood covered the floor, or atleast to him and he stared at the woman. "Leave me alone! I don't know what you want". He yelled at her, a hand going to his forehead in stress. He was sweating, and worrying. If he had a breakout then he was so going to beat this - zombie? Up. "Listen here horror movie leading role woman. I can't help you. I'm Bayley White, okay. I don't have the slightest idea on how to help you, now leave". Subconsciously, the clothes stand he was near shot across the floor. Rolling at a fast speed towards her, it slammed through her into the wall but she disappeared for a second. Great, now the weird stuff was happening. Mouth open, he saw as security moved from the other side of the shopping complex as he hurried out of the store, and tried to hurry away. Whoever said that the life of a celebrity was simple?

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Sometimes being a cupid sucked. It often meant you had a crowd following you from time to time at odd intervals. Especially when your ex was a well known West End Broadway star who had moved to LA to convince you to go home with him. The press had gotten wind of the fact Philip was in the school and now there was speculation about the two of them thanks to Philip.

"Miss Sinclaire! Is it true that you and Philip Ravid are going to elope? When did you get engaged?" a reporter asked her. A mike in her face.

"We are not engaged and we are not eloping. No further comments!" she said as she brushed past the crowd a bit blindly. Her intent on getting away and not on where she was going. The crowd was getting to her and she hated it.

"But its rumored his last album was dedicated to you." Another reporter commented as someone nodded "Yes, it says so in the liner notes of the album!" They looked at her expectantly and she wanted to crawl under a rock and cease to exist.

"Those songs were written years ago. I have no control over what Mr. Ravid said in his liner notes. Now no further questions please!" She turned and bumped into a young man who looked and felt panicked. His hair perfect and his outfit screaming latest and greatest. Yup it was a star, "Oh sorry, didn't see you there. You know how it is with crowds." she went to go move past him and the crowd swarmed them.

"Its Bailey White from Glee! Bailey! Is Marina Sinclaire auditioning for Glee? Is Ryan Murphy going to give her a minor role so she can sing? Any truth to the rumor that Kurt is going to get a sibling in season 4?" The questions were flying.

"I'm a college student. I don't have time to audition for anything and I'm too old. The cut off is 24. Now go away and leave him alone!" she stated as she looked directly at the reporters. A bit of empathy projected to get them to leave her and Bailey alone as she tried to get away and give Bailey some peace.

[eilrahc]

Yes, he did look crazy. Walking away from the shop, his arms cuddled over him he kept glancing back at her, but he couldn't see her. He didn't know if he should be glad not to see it and that it is gone, or terrified that she could be anywhere and pop up at any second. God, this just ruled. Last week he was on the set, chilling with Michele and Diana and working on the set; that he loved. But this crazy stuff was coming at a very coincidental time, since he had been feeling - weird lately. Like the world around him wasn't his, like it was fragmented or something was missing. But he didn't know what it is. Whether it was missing his parents, or missing - something else. He looked around the shopping complex once again, trying to spot the bleeding biatch but he couldn't. But turning back around, he nearly stumbled into some woman with the paparazzi surrounding her. No, not this. He could deal with low cafiene levels and dead people, but not the press. As soon as he heard his name, he just looked to them in disbelief. Really? In the mall? But before he said anything, the dead woman instantly appeared behind one of the photographers, her blood covered hand running over and through the mans chest in a seductive way. That's it!

"Leave Me Alone! Just - - get out of here". He screamed in their face, but his eyes were directed at this woman. Why was she doing this? Why couldn't anyone else see her? Why could he see her? Looking at her, he felt a surge of power from his heart as a coffee in the interviewers hand flicked up and poored hot cappacino into the guys face. One at a time, the lenses on the camera all smashed, sending a flash of light back through the camera and into the guy's eyes, blinding them temporarily. Oh my god! Well, that kind of worked. With Mari beside him, he was shocked but turned and bolted through the mall, stopping at a bench a bit away to catch his breath. He could barely think right now, he was exhilirated. But as he sat down at the bench, he heard the moan again, felt that feeling of a windy - warmth? Turning to it, he shot straight back up. "Help me........ Bayley's eyes were wide. "Help me....... Help him".

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari eventually distanced herself from the crowds as she tried to follow the Glee star. She'd caught sight of the ghost and gave her a nod in acknowledgement of her existance and words, "Bailey, look I know you don't know me from Adam but that ghost you saw wants you to stop and take a breath." she said as she got closer to him, "I see them too. She wants help. I realize you may not be up for that but if you keep running you'll never understand how to control your gifts." she said softly as she looked at him and limped over to him. Her uneven gate making her seem smaller and hopefully less threatening than most people. Her coral dress and accessories making her seem harmless as she moved if a bit better off than his average glee fan.

'Please give me the right words to help him. I barely know how to fix my own problems but he needs help.' she prayed to the powers that be, "I know its hard. I cried the first time I saw a ghost. It was my grandma and she'd died from cancer. I thought it meant bad things were going to happen to me but it just meant I was different but in a good way." she said softly as she looked into his eyes and then looked at the ground. "I know you think I'm crazy and you just want to hide but trust me. The sooner you deal with this the better it is." She stuck her hands in the pockets of her dress and sighed softly. He'd probably think she was a freak and spaz out at her or worse, call the cops because she was a weirdo. She hated this part of her job. And it wasn't even really part of what she did but she couldn't let him thinking he was loosing his mind with seeing things he couldn't explain. She at least had parents that believed her. Even with her dad being a psychotic wack job he'd believed her and hugged her. Making sure she understood it was part of who she was. That was one of the things he was good at. Explaining gifts. Seeing ghosts was on his side of the family and tended to be inherited by the women so he was not surprised when she started seeing the dead. It annoyed him at times but it was something he accepted at least. Diana accepted it as a matter of course but even Trent looked at her a bit hinky eyed for it.

[eilrahc]

This was not the 'Sixth Sense'. He was not that creepy little boy that everyone forgot the name of. He was Bayley, okay, TV star and celebrity with a strong social life and a fan of happy expeditions. He wasn't built to deal with this kind of thing, something which is impossible. Spirits, ghosts or whatever - they didn't exist. This was not happening right now, he was just nuts. And as the chick from before walked up, he guessed she was nuts too. Even though they were both seeing the same thing. Crossing his arms uncomfortable, being classic Bayley drama queen, he looked to her. "Adam? What the -". She continued though, and he tried to listen to crazy lady talk but he really, really didn't want to. He wanted his driver to pick him up, taking him home so he can get like ten shots of caffiene and forget about today. This wasn't making any sense though. "The ghost wants me to breath - - okay, it wants me to breath. Why? Jealosy, because its obviously not breathing. Its friggin' - dead". She over-reactedly yelled at the brunette, glancing to the ghost for a second. "No offense". The ghost was still moaning, but did a little shrug as Bayley had a little shifty-eye at it, and then looked back to the brunette. She seemed to have some kind of like, experience with ghosts. Groovey - for her, he didn't want anything to do with them at all. She can take his ability to see them if she wants.

"Okay, listen here you crazy, crazy little woman. I don't want to control this, I don't want it, I don't want to know you and I want the Friday the 13th victim to scadadil". He yelled, then suddenly the lights all throughtout the mall stated to blink on and off, and Bayley felt a kind of vibe flow through him. He - he just did that just then. Once it stopped, he felt better and then looked to the woman. Okay, if this is real then the flying clothing rack and the exploding camera was - him. Really? TV star, musical sensation and freak - where was he going to find time for this at all. Looking to his hands slightly, and then up to the ghost - he took a breath. Ghost woman wanted him to breath, so he did. Mari stated talking again, telling him about her first ghost. Dead grandmother - harsh. At least his first ghost was a woman who looked like she took a nose-dive into a lawnmower. But he didn't see this like she did. This woman must have been really open minded, but this was real life. To be honest, Bayley wished someone could hand a script to tell him what to do or say - but this was yeah, real life. Looking to the ghost once again, he didn't know what to say as he then looked back to Mari as he continued. After it, he nodded slightly, still feeling extremely overwhelmed. But he managed to smile slightly, pulling an Armani handachief out of his pocket and dabbing his forehead with it. "Well, a little bit crazy woman, you have a way with words. But - okay. As long as you promise that this chick stays away from me after it". He laid down his conditions, and smiled slightly as he nodded to her. "Help........". Gritting his teeth slightly, he snapped at her quietly. "I said I would!". Okay, this is something he was definitely never, ever, ever going to tell anyone ever, never, no, nothing, no!

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"Look, I know this is hard for you to accept but spazzing out in a mall is not gonna help your career. At least I am a social pariah through no fault of my own, being an incest survivor kinda does that. I can't get much lower on the media scale, but you have a lot to lose if you do not stop and take a breath." she said seriously as she set her arms akimbo and looked at him.

"Yeah well I didn't want to be raped by my dad you arrogant twat but sometimes we don't get what we want." she snapped back at him and blinked, tears filling her eyes as she closed them and exhaled softly. She didn't want this, she was tired and felt isolated and alone and completely overwhelmed, "Look, I didn't come to the mall to help you deal with this but I'm here now so can we just please start dealing with this crap before the media shows up again?" she looked at the lights and at the bloody (literally!) ghost and said, "I'm trying but he's being a princess if you didn't notice."

"First, ask her why she is here. She may have a warning or maybe she wants to pass on a message to a friend or loved on. She's got all the time in the world so its up to you to listen, be polite and when she is ready, and the light shows up, to let her know she is loved and can be at peace." she exhaled and massaged her temples as she stretched and looked back at the preppy glee star. "Of all the malls in all the cities you had to walk into mine." she muttered, paraphrasing Casablanca badly as she tried to cope with her new protege.