Hello :D this is my first fanfiction, so I'm sort of a newb at writting them :P

Reviews would be appreciated because I should know what I need to work on and they support me basically ;)

Anyways, Enjoy =3

I looked at the mother that has been taking care of me for my whole life. Her red hair was covering her face and she was laying in a puddle of her own blood. My body laying next to her laying on my back, next to her. My blue eyes were staring deadly at the ceiling.

Even though my mom was dead, I'm still wondering why her soul isn't roaming around like mine, or I could just say that I'm a ghost. The murderer was still running around the house, looking for something. I decided to follow him to see what he was looking for.

He was muttering something to himself.

"God dammit! Where is that damn money!" he muttered loudly.

The anger got the best of me. As he was walking, I put pushed a chair in front of him. He let out a huge yelp and flipped over the chair. His head hit the white wall of our apartment and left blood. He then laid unconcious on the floor.

I did a little ghostly chuckle which surprisingly echoed.

"Ella, I am Taramoda, a godess from the heavens, I have invisioned you and your mother dying." A beautiful ghost lady gracefully floated in front of me.

Her white hair that was down to her knees trailed behind her. She was wearing a white robe that looked exacly like mine. The only difference about our outfits is that she was wearing a necklace with a silver moon creasent hanging from a white string, which clearly shows that she is a godess.

"I came down from heavens to tell you the rules of being a ghost." she said, she had the same echoing voice as mine.

"But, wait... W-wheres my mom? Shouldn't I be able to see her ghost?" I asked.

"She floated up into the heavens. We believe that children from the ages 1-19 should be able to roam around until they become adults, since your mother is 45 then she'll be watching over you from heaven." Taramoda explained.

"So, what should I do now?" I asked.

"Well, you are able to show yourself as a human, but it is forbidden to tell anyone what you really are or I, the goddess of the heavens shall come down to earth banish you and the person you told. Do I make myself clear?" she said in a serious tone.

I couldn't do anything but nod.

"Good, now those are basically the only rules, now you can make yourself human again, try it." she encouraged.

It wasn't hard to figure out how. It just suddenly came. Although I was alive now, I couldn't see her anymore.

My body that was limp on the ground was not there. I was actually using it. I rapidly ran to the phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello? what's the emergency?" a police man asked.

"M-m-my mommy and I were broken into and mommy is killed." I acted weakly.

"I got you at 45th street Admiral Apartment, is that right?" he asked calmly.

"Y-yes, room 87, 8th floor." I fake stuttered.

"We're on our way." the police officer said in a rush.

I slid down the wall to the floor and curled tightly in a ball with my head between my knees. Atleast 45 seconds later.

I then heard atleast 3 dozen footsteps in front of the door of my apartment. The door barged down with uniformed police men and women.

The first thing they saw was me. A police women ran over to my to see if I was okay. I looked up and saw her worried blue eyes.

"Do you have a father?" was the first question she asked. What kind of question is that when you find someone that was about to die.

I still shook my head, saying "no."

"Come with me, I'll bring you somewhere safe." she said.

I took her hand and walked over to the white police car. She opened the door to the back for me.

"Thank you, officer." I thanked politely.

"Your very welcome." she said.

She then started up the car to drive me to goddess knows where.