My best friend was everything to me she gave me the strength to ignore bullies. She was having liver failure and she was deaf too. So we had a different bond no other kids could break.
I didn't know she was going to die if she didn't get a transplant in time. Then death happened. It was a unforgettable time, a lot had happened and I had to accept death.
So two weeks later I fell asleep and woke up to a small gray form of her, she was two feet from me. I was happy at first, then scared to death when reality kicked in. I couldn't move or even blink. Her grey form was her clearly. What was weird, she was younger looking than the time period she died.
I kept repeating in my head, "God help me, please." She moved closer, like a foot from me. I put my head in my pillow, waited and turned back, so no way was I dreaming. Then she put her hand out towards me, it had felt like 20 minutes gone by. All I could do is cry. The whole time my TV was static and VCR is making noises.
In the middle of all this I thought, "Why don't I give her my hand?" and it made me break down more. When she left she had put her hand down, looked at me and turned, it was like smoke separating. I sat up, looked around and ran straight to my parents' room. I told my parents everything and had to go to therapy. After seeing a therapist I learned very quickly not to tell anyone any of this.
Later on I kept wondering what would of happened if I would have gave her my hand. She never appeared again, but I did start having vivid dreams with her in them.