Thoughts Afterlife: Part 1
Written by Warden Freeman
*This takes place right after the movie when Agatha goes to sleep under the tree next to Norman.*
After all the events that happened today finally started to settle, Agatha began to feel drowsy. She leaned her head against Norman's warm body, closed her eyes, and drifted off into another deep sleep.
Inside her headspace, Agatha had a lot of time to think. This boy who had told her that story, actually gave her the chance for a happy ending. At least that's what she chose and wanted to keep. She decided that she no longer needed to leave her eternal rest to terrorize the people who had done her wrong. She could stay inside her mind and never have to exit. But inside, she still felt something. No longer hatred, but another more painful feeling. It was longing. Now that Agatha was finally alone, she no longer felt that she wanted to be. And inner mixing with her desire to cease being alone, was another emotion that grew in her the more she thought about it. That boy… Norman his name was… She… liked him. Not only that, but she didn't want to stay alone forever if that meant never seeing him again. He was the only one who could really talk with her and she felt like he understood her. He said that they had a lot in common and he was right. He was also alone and felt as if no one could understand him, just like Agatha. She thought of all the kind things he said and started to feel herself getting choked up.
"No. I'm… I'm not going to cry." She said out loud. Instead, Agatha prepped herself to use her magic and leave her ghostly state. She strained her body and tried to shake the tiredness out from her soul. Light began to shine from her fingertips and she felt her whole presence evaporate from the unconscious room she was trapped in. Soon, the light invaded her entire body and she burst from the otherworldliness.
When she woke up, she found herself in the middle of the very woods she used to play in a child. She recognized each individual landmark as spots where her imagination took over the real world. Agatha smiled in remembrance and walked through the familiar brush to get to her favorite tree. Past gnarled bushes and clumped together twigs she found it. The spot where all her dreams took place. With it's long, blooming branches, the tree seem almost inviting her back to her spot of resting. Agatha quickly made her way through the pale grass and stood in front of the massive tree. She placed her hands almost lovingly on it and slid her back against it to sit down. There she thought about how she was going to find Norman again. She had no idea where he lived, if he could find this tree again, or if he would even want to. The more she pondered this, the more her naive hopefulness turned to doubt and sadness. "I'm so stupid. No one really cares about me anymore." She muttered to herself. In her misery, she put her head in her hands and tried to block out the world once more. Her pity was interrupted, however, by the sound of a young boys voice above her.
"Aggie?" The little girl looked up and saw Norman standing over her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a surprised look on his face. Her unhappy look quickly turned into a beaming smile and she leaped up and tackled him to the ground with a warm hug. Norman giggled and embraced her as the two of them layed next to each other grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you doing here?" Norman implored. "I thought you left." Agatha continued to smile at him. "I came back." Norman smiled in return and asked. "Well, I'm happy to see you, but why did you come back?" The young witch stared into Norman's light blue eyes.
"I came back for you."
Authors Note: If you are reading this, then that means you made it to the end of my first chapter. I have recently become obsessed with ParaNorman and the whole mythology behind it. Particularly, the relationship between Norman and Agatha. I know it isn't perfect, but I enjoy writing it and will continue to do so on a daily basis. I only planned to write this as a one-part thing, but decided to keep it up until I run out of ideas. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you look forward to the next couple of chapters.