Who: Macy and Presley What: communicating from beyond When: tonight Where: Presley's bedroom
Macy wasn't quite sure of anything. It'd been like that for almost fifteen years. Sometimes she existed and wandered around, but most of the time she was nothing. It was hard to explain, and she didn't really like thinking about it. It wasn't something she could control and it definitely wasn't something she understood. It didn't matter though. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but her family, and everyone she left behind.
She'd taken to following them around-- when she wasn't nothing, anyways. It wasn't difficult to do. They didn't notice her. They barely looked in her direction, and when they did? They just looked right past her. Or through her. Whichever.
She watched Chris grow up. She watched Noah conceive a child-- several children. She watched everyone move off the island. She watched Noah get married. She watched Chris get involved in some uncouth things. She watched Noah conceive more children, and be a doting and loving father. And she watched him get hit by a car trying to save a girl. It was... well, it was something.
And still, she wasn't noticed. Not by the people that mattered. But she was noticed by a girl she didn't recognize. She was sure of it. So, Macy'd taken to following her around. She learned that her name was Presley. She learned that she had a brother, whom she also knew (through otherworldly ways) was Noah's biological son. It was fate. Maybe. But Macy needed to be sure she could be seen, and so never let Presley out of her sight.
It was that night, in her bedroom, after several weeks of tailing, that she finally spoke.
"You can see me." It was a matter-of-fact statement. Not a question.