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Din shrugged. "Well, think about this for a moment. If you just walk into the room where your body is lying, injured and Casey sees you as you are, a ghost, standing next to your body, she might just loose it. Think what her reaction could be. What it can do to her, we have to prepare her first."

Colin nodded, agreeing. "Listen to him Morgan, he has a point here. Again. We don't want Casey freaking out in the middle of a hospital. They might commit her if she starts screaming about seeing her brother's ghost. I think that we should really bring her here before we tell her. We would be able to calm her uninterrupted if she loses it here."

”Fuck, who the hell made you the voice of reason…?” Morgan groaned, he knew his sister better than anyone and his friends were right, she won’t be able to handle it then and there with the body on the bed in front of her eyes and as much as he hated to admit it, Morgan wasn't sure for himself that he would be able to remain completely calm when he sees his body in front of him.

"Ok,” He surrendered. “Bring Casey here. But I’m warning you that you better hurry. I won’t be able to wait for long and if you won’t come back in the next hour with her I swear that I will start roaming the school with flying books to create a mass panic to amuse myself so..."

"Ok. Ok." Din laughed and nodded, “We got your point. Don’t worry.” He said, turning to Colin. "We should probably go and let Toby know firs
t about all that is happening."

"Wh
y?" Colin frowned.

"He is the most calm and understanding per
son among us." Din pointed out.

"And we will need him to assist us in order to go and force Casey back here."

Colin laughed. "Yeah, we will need the extra man power to pry her away from Morgan's unconscious body. No offense to your inanimate body that is."

He looked at Morgan.

"None taken." Morgan nodded.

“And I am kind of afra
id of her nails.” Din admitted.

“You chicken.”

“Those things are sharp!” Din protested.

“I know.
Firsthand experience. I still have scars.” Morgan nodded and Din took a step closer to his best friend, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Morgan; you can trust us in this. We will find a way to bring you back, we have to, and life just won’t be as fun
without you."

Morgan gave his friends a faint smile. “Oh, that is so sw
eet.” He tried to laugh at him.

“Are you going all mush
y on me just cuss I’m a ghost?”

Din smiled back at him and then turned to the door, fallowing Colin who was already headed outside with Morgan watching them as they left the room, leaving him on his own.

”Agh…” Morgan began to pace impatient, trying to make sense of the mess that rolled around in his head. “Why can’t I just get a straight answer about any of this?” He asked no one in particular, looking up. “Can’t you just send me a hint or something? Why me?! It’s rather difficult to figure this whole thing out on our own.”

He sighed. “Great and now I’m talking to myself, pretty soon I’ll be starting to hear voices and then…” He was interrupted by a
soft knock on the bedroom door.

”What the…?” Morgan carefully stepped up to the doorway. 'They can’t be back so soon with Casey… Must be Toby…Coming to see for himself…? Or someone else that is looking for Din...Should I open? if it’s not my friends then whoever it is won’t be able to see me…So there is really no harm to come of it…’ Morgan thought as he reached for the handle and slowly pulled the door open.

”Holy…” He gasped in shock, staring at the person standing there, looking back at him with a slight smile spreading across his familiar face.

It didn't matter at that moment that Morgan was a ghost, he still felt like he was about to faint any minute now at the sight before him, t
his was just way beyond insane.

"How's this for a helpful hint?" The boy smiled.
”Morgan.” The Boy that stood in the doorway uttered, taking a step forward to let Morgan take a good look at him.

Morgan blinked, not trusting his eyes
at what they were showing him.

The boy looked just like he and Casey did, in the way his face was shaped and in the color of their eyelids but this boy wasn't Casey, Morgan was sure of that, an
d well, it was a boy obviously.

The boy looked like they both might have looked if they hadn't changed their appearance to be different from each other. The boy’s face was the same as his and Casey's was. A little softer in kindness than Morgan's and rougher in determination that Casey's, like the middle version of the two.

The same chocolate eyes as his own stared back at Morgan, surrounded by dark skin that looked like smudged coal, it seemed that the boy hadn't slept in ages, kept awake by an unknown power but it looked good on him, it fitted with his white almost transparent skin.

Morgan’s eyes traveled down the boy’s body to take in
all of him.

The boy had long dark blond hair that came all the way down to his middle and his clothes, torn up bright blue jeans and a black t-shirt were also a middle version of Casey's and Morgan's style, but over worn and rugged like they had grown alo
ng with him.

Chapter five: Secrets and broken toys

"Would you stop staring at me and let me in already?" The boy smirked, his voice, like everything else about him, the middle between the twins. Morgan noticed that it was a bit scratchy as if the boy had not talked as much as a normal person would and was just getting used to hearing his own voice again after many years of forced silence.

"Who…who are you?" Morgan whispered, not sure of how he was supposed to act with the kid that stood before him

The boy smiled and stepped in, making Morgan step away from him, too proud to admit to
himself that the blond boy gave him the creeps.

"Don't tell me you forgot me already, big brother.” The boy said, a bit of sadness in his quiet voice. “I'm Jon, your brother
…Don’t you remember me Morgan?"

Morgan stared at him and then dropped back on Din’s bed in total amassment, continuing to stare up at the boy who stood by the table with his arms cros
sed nervously across his chest.

“Jon…?” Morgan uttered carefully. “You are the boy the toys in the attic belonged to, aren't you? But mom said…B
rother…? What happened to you?”

Jon sighed and sat in the desk chair across from Morgan. “I was taken.
” He explained.

“I guess you and Casey were too young to rem
ember me…We were barely eight.”

Morgan swallowed,
taking in what was said to him.

“I don’t…I don’t understand…” He confessed and Jon nodded. “I was coming home with dad from our grandmother that night, do you remember her? The trips
we used to be forced to go to?”

Morgan laughed. “Yeah, it was horrible, Casey used to always come back crying but then
, it suddenly stopped…I guess…”

“It was after my accident.” Jon completed.
"After I disappeared."

"And we moved…" Morgan patted the bed, inviting Jon to join him, to sit on the covers. The boy complied and Morgan moved closer to him, watching his featur
es, waiting for an explanation.

“So…Where were you?” Morgan asked after the boy seemed to be too
reluctant to tell his story.

“I…”Jon looked aw
ay at the door. “I’m not sure.”

“But…” Morgan frowned.

“After I was taken…That night…It was raining, it was so cold…They somehow staged the car crash…”

“Th
ey?” Morgan raised his eyebrow.

“The creatures…I do
n’t really know what they are.”

“It sounds like you are saying that they are not human.” Morgan looked at him astonished. “They are not.” Jon nodded, looking back at him. “Their hands…Those skeleton hands …I remember them grabbing my body, hitting me…The
y…” His voice broke.

Morgan bit his lip and lay one hand on top of Jon’s trembling hands to try and help him to continue. “I remember falling, they took me into the abyss and then there was just pain. For a really long time I couldn't do anything and then the pain stopped
 and I was no longer trapped…I watched my body lay still and I didn't recognize myself and then I felt you…I somehow knew that I had to shield you from them, warn you…Find you somehow…”

“So those monsters…” Morgan whispered. ”They are responsible for your disappearance?" Jon nodded, too tired to speak, his throat hurt, he wasn't used to this yet, he hadn't talked this much in years, mostly, he just silently screamed.
 

"And you are sure that you are my brother?" Morgan questioned, sure of the answer but needing to hear it again. To mostly reassure himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

Jon smirked, the blank stare gone as he nodded again. “Yes, I’m sure, as sure as I am in the fact that my name is Jon.”

“Yes, but…”

"Dude, are you blind? I look just like you.” Jon jumped from the bed and twirled in his place. “Only I'm prettier of course." He added smiling. Morgan smiled too, laughing slightly.

"Man, you sound just like Casey...God! I can't believe that mom kept something like this from us! Kept you from us…She had no right! I felt all these years that something was missing from our lives…And I know that Casey felt it too…"

He felt the anger rise inside of him, boiling, threatening to burst out, Morgan felt like he was cheated of something, something that nothing else could replace.

Jon looked at Morgan with tired eyes, sitting back down beside him, a little closer this time and a little dizzy from his twirl.

”I guess…” He said, trying to ease the same pain and rage he was feeling. "I guess that she was just trying to protect you two…To make you grow up in a normal way…To be happy again after…After…After I was taken away from you…"

"Bullshit!” Morgan jumped up, stumping his feet. “Don’t you see?! It didn't help that charred she put up! Even if we were made to forget you, it still changed everything! It changed us, up until now I didn't know why we were so determined to make ourselves appear different, to make sure we didn't look the same, now I understand! We did this so we won't look like you…Cuss it hurt that much. It was like the mi
rror knew something we didn't.”