I watched him sleep. He was so peaceful, breathing in and out, causing his pillow to vibrate under him. His blankets were almost covering all of his face, but I could still see his closed lids. I touched his cheek with one cold finger and he flinched. He murmered something into his pillow and smiled. I smiled to myself. How did I end up here? I was unhappy, unloved, yes, yes I was. But how...this? Dead? I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, but how? I know I got hit by a car, but...why? For what? Was it something that I did? Something that made me deserve this? Or was it so I'd be saved? Saved from my misery and pain. To be brought to someone who in time would love me, and hold me close. The way that Shane did tonight. I pulled back my hand and sighed...I looked around myself and my eyes found the door. I slowly put one foot in front of the other as I reached for the handle. I stared down at my hand griping the gold metal. It was white. Ghost white. Funny to think that I am a ghost. Nothing but a lost soul, looking for something but hell knows what.I turned to the left and found myself staring at my own reflection. White. Why didn't I notice my paleness before? Brown eyes peeping from under a full frindge. I could be sure I was dead...
I replaced my hand on the door knob and turned it, making the door open in and lead me to the corridor. I walked, following the yellow wall's lead, putting my feet on the cream carpet slowly so not to make any sound. I came to a staircase, and brushing my fingers along the rail I made my way down. It was dark but I could see perfectly. Maybe even better than in daylight. The brighness made me dizzy. That's not one of the symptoms of being dead (yes I call my deadness an illness, a good one). I've always been this way. When I was a child, I was scared of the light. Unlike many kids who are scared of the dark, I loved it. Another reason to put the label 'weird' on my forehead. But go on, nothing could be more desperate than haunting a guy who clearly doesn't want me here. Well I don't know anyone who'd like a ghost of a teenage girl haunting him. Well I would. I would've liked being haunted. Maybe then I could have had a friend...
I walked into the sitting room and sat down on the couch. I stared ahead at the corner where a spider was making his web. At least he had something to keep him busy... I put my head down on my knees and closed my eyes, trying to make myself believe that I was sleeping, but the somehow I blacked out and when I opened my eyes the damned light was coming in through the cracks in the blinds. "Morning!" a voice shouted in my ear. I turned to Shane and smiled and saw his one fall.
"Hey! I wanted to scare you!" he shrieked before slapping a hand over his mouth, obviously remembering that if anyone saw him shouting at the couch he'd be saying hello to his new white room and a very nice straight jacket. I laughed "Trying to scare a ghost, well that's something I haven't seen before" "Well you haven't seen anyone as smart as me before" he grinned in a flirty way. Yeah right.
I replaced my hand on the door knob and turned it, making the door open in and lead me to the corridor. I walked, following the yellow wall's lead, putting my feet on the cream carpet slowly so not to make any sound. I came to a staircase, and brushing my fingers along the rail I made my way down. It was dark but I could see perfectly. Maybe even better than in daylight. The brighness made me dizzy. That's not one of the symptoms of being dead (yes I call my deadness an illness, a good one). I've always been this way. When I was a child, I was scared of the light. Unlike many kids who are scared of the dark, I loved it. Another reason to put the label 'weird' on my forehead. But go on, nothing could be more desperate than haunting a guy who clearly doesn't want me here. Well I don't know anyone who'd like a ghost of a teenage girl haunting him. Well I would. I would've liked being haunted. Maybe then I could have had a friend...
I walked into the sitting room and sat down on the couch. I stared ahead at the corner where a spider was making his web. At least he had something to keep him busy... I put my head down on my knees and closed my eyes, trying to make myself believe that I was sleeping, but the somehow I blacked out and when I opened my eyes the damned light was coming in through the cracks in the blinds. "Morning!" a voice shouted in my ear. I turned to Shane and smiled and saw his one fall.
"Hey! I wanted to scare you!" he shrieked before slapping a hand over his mouth, obviously remembering that if anyone saw him shouting at the couch he'd be saying hello to his new white room and a very nice straight jacket. I laughed "Trying to scare a ghost, well that's something I haven't seen before" "Well you haven't seen anyone as smart as me before" he grinned in a flirty way. Yeah right.