Feared, cowered from, ugly, disgusting, pitiful and worst but most obvious of all absolutely downright hated. To them I was an abomination, a seed of evil or in other words the devils child. Poverty in London, England was not new to this country. There were the rich and then there were the poor. Now as I-
"Hey! Watch where your going, you filthy child!". A man said while walked the streets filled with poverty. Hate is all you will find in this god forsaken world. Some people don't even know why they hate, just that they do. The man that bumped into me gave me a glare sent from hell. If looks could kill I certainly would not be with the living any longer, too bad its too late for that now. From the look of him he was wealthy, he wore an expensive overcoat with a top hat. He was clothed in only two colors; black and blue. His shoes were stained with dirt and mud from the dirty street before us. He seemed wealthy enough, so why was he not riding in a carriage being driven by an ever faithful butler? That's a question for another time I suppose. He had no facial hair which struck me as odd. He was not clean shaven for one point. His eyes were a dark black contrasting ever so slightly to his dark brown hair. And that's when I put the pieces together; he was a detective. Detectives, they never showed up unless only for one reason; murder. If I was right then he was heading to the murder scene right now.
"Child, why are you heading this way?", He asked. His tone said "Don't waste my time and I wont waste yours" and it certainly didn't contain any friendliness in it. I didn't answer.
"What? Mute are you, or are you hard of hearing?", He insisted to keep on talking. Yet I still didn't answer.
"Well if you wont answer, then i wont bother you anymore", He paused, "At least let me know your name".
"Rachel Vanguard", I tried to answer politely.
"Rachel, hmm that sounds familiar". He said then his eyes lit up with realization." This might be a coincidence, but there was a girl murdered here five years ago who had the same name of yours and by the looks of it the same age there must have been more than one of you". He finished talking. I turned around walking the opposite direction from which I was previously heading towards.
"There was only one Rachel Vanguard that lived on this street, and yes I did die five years ago". I replied my voice fading with each step I took. Perhaps that's why I was looked down upon. The living aren't used to having spirits of the dead roam their territory.