Disclaimer-I do not own Greys or any of the characters

A/N-I thought it would be boring to have every chapter during the funeral so they will be skipping a head in time. I will tell you how far in the story

Alex

Its been a week since the night Meredith died. I was never the one for super natural and never did believe in Monsters and Ghosts, but that changed one night.

After working a 48-hour shift I was packing up to go home and had stopped to talk to Izzie to see when and if she was coming home. It was hard enough for me to call Merediths house, home. But now that she is dead and had left the house to Izzie, Christina, George, and I. Well it was damn near impossible. I had to force my self to leave work and I was not as close to her as Izzie was.

I heard my name being called so I did a 360 and for a minute I saw Meredith leaning against a wall watching us. Then she was gone. I stood stock still, all of my sense shit off. Did what I see real? I ask my self and blink a couple times. All I saw was the white walls of the hospital.

Izzie was calling my name and my mind drifted back into reality. She asked, Whats the matter. You acted like you saw a ghost For a minute I thought of telling her that I had in fact just saw our dead friend, but knew that would put her in spot worse than Christina. I decided to blow it off by telling her that my mind was shot and just needed some sleep. She began to offer me a ride home. Until she realized that would instill her returning to her former residence. She instead has been deciding to pull a Christina and work till the Chief threatens to drag her but home. I call goodnight over my shoulder and head home.

I climb into my car and just sit there. Not even turning on the heat, convincing myself the cold will help me wipe the image of Meredith leaning against the wall. I know every one thinks I am a heartless basterd, but I had just been taught that showing your feelings just gets you hurt.

I had been sleeping when I got the call. It was my day off and I was enjoying my day of sleeping and eating. Mere had called to say she was heading home and to tell me she was going to grab something on the way. Asking if I wanted anything. I had told her no and then promptly fell asleep. The first thing I had though when the phone was ringing was What the hell is it now. That though was quickly ditched as I threw on cloths and broke about every speed limit.

I didnt cry when the doctors came out to tell us that she didnt make it. And I just stood in the corner as out little group was aloud to say goodbye. I didnt show my emotions by throwing my self into work or by neglecting myself either. I just acted like nothing happened. It had been fine, until about five minutes ago. I dont know what came over me, but I just let go and bawled like a baby. Repeatedly asking why she had to leave us and why show herself to me. Why not Izzie or George.

I could have sworn I felt to ice cold arms wrap around my shoulders. I jumped about a foot in the air and looked around the car. Nothing was there but my book bag and a couple things I had tossed in the back.

I calmed myself down and furiously wiped my eyes. Mad at myself for breaking down like that, glad that no one had saw either. I turned on the car and quickly drove home. Thinking sleep really is the best cure.