AN: hello fellow readers! :) Ok, so many of you may know me from my other Glee Project story I'm still working on called The Glee Project: Project High School.

For those who are reading it: dont worry! I'm still going to update the story but I felt like making up a new story to like :)

For those who haven't read it yet: please go check it out! :D Again, its called The Glee Project: Project High School. Just go to my profile, and look through my stories to find it c:

Anyway you guys, I really felt like writing this story cause I find it'll be pretty interesting ;) At first I was thinking of making this a one-shot, but I had too many ideas so I wanted to make this a multi-chapter one :) Unlike my other story, I plan on putting more characters into the story plot (but not really going into detail about them though). So please please PLEASE review and favorite this story! Please let me know what you think of this story so far and if I should continue it or not! :) Anywho, enjoy(:

Chapter 1:

Nothing can match the feeling you get when you are in love. The thoughts you dream up when their eyes meet yours and all you can think about it what you'll be doing with them. The rush your body feels at every touch that lingers wonderfully on your skin. The feelings you feel inside your heart as words are whispered into your ears, melting your heart to make it feel safe and secure.

People can feel these things... ghosts can't. They have no bodily forms to feel the touch of skin to skin, no heart to be melted, and a mind that can float from thought to thought. Sadly enough, Nellie Veitenheimer has to experience this in her life... more like her dead life.

She never wanted to become a ghost; of course, who does. Her death happened about 10 years, on the way to a football game. She was only 17. Since her school's football games were always jammed packed with people, so many people were focused to park at different places when they couldn't find a place in the normal parking lot. Nellie and her friends had to park across the street from the stadium. Nellie was the only one who had a car, so she was the one to drive them there. On her way to the stadium, she forgot her tickets she bought in advance inside her car. She mentioned to her friends that she was caught up with them once she got her tickets out from her car. Once she had gotten her tickets, she waited for the traffic to clear as she made her way across the street. What one driver didn't see was her acrossing it, fumbling around in their car as they were trying to find something. Nellie didn't see it coming, no one did.

Ever since her death, all she could remembered is what happened after her death. Seeing herself in the bed at the hospital. The tears and desperate crys from her parents, pleading her to wake up anytime soon. All they wanted was their baby girl back, eyes lively awake and opened. The way her dead body looked inside the coffin at the funeral, so young to have her youth wasted like that. Watching from afar as her coffin was being lowered into the grave. At that time, Nellie wanted so anxiously to run to her parents and hug them. To tell them that she was still here, that she heard eveything they said; but she couldn't. If she said a single word to them, it would never be heard. To make her ghostly body stand infront of them; they would only see right through her. To touch their skin so maybe they could feel her presence; they would only think it's the wind.

Over the many years of being a ghost, she had alot of time to think. She never understand why she was a ghost. She thought that when you died, you go to the place where your spirit is destined to be; to a spirtitul place. Staying on earth isn't a spirtitul place. From watching many ghost movies in her past life, she remembered one thing most ghost movies had in common for reasons why a ghost didn't leave Earth. It wasn't their time to go; their humanly bodies weren't ready to die. For many years, Nellie couldn't figure out the reason she was being kept the way she is now.

Many ghosts are forced to stay in a certain area, for they couldn't roam around just anywhere. Many ghosts are forced to haunt the place at where they died; or for others, a special place that meant alot to them in their human years. For Nellie, it was her home.

Her parents moved out of their home about 3 days after Nellie's death; they couldn't take being in a house full of precious memories of their lovely daughter. On the moving day, Nellie watched as every mover would carrying boxes that were stored with objects and meaningful things of Nellie's. Once Nellie could feel that her parents were about to leave, she stood outside the window that faced the street. She watched her parents taking one last look at the house that replayed tons of joyful memories, only to be replaced by one tragic memory. Since Nellie was a ghost, she couldn't cry tears... she could only think about them.

Years pasted by since her parents had moved. No one was interested in buying the home either, so Nellie was kept alone in an empty house. Being a ghost did have her restrictions too; she couldn't go outside the house and couldn't come in contact with a human being. Time pasted, leaving her feeling numb with loneliness and isolation. Until one day, a surprise happened to cross her path; new people were moving into the house.

A boy, around 16-17 years old, had moved into what was once her room. He had dark hair, tall, and super cute. She later on learned his name was Michael Weisman; she would hear his mother calling him by his full name sometimes.

Over the few months that Michael lived in the place where Nellie haunted, she learned many things about him. She knew how he loved to sing and was made fun of by his jock friends for being in Glee. At sad points during his life, he would like to go to his mirror and confess his emotions out to himself; acting like he was actually talking to somebody. When he would be concentrated on something, he would make these weird facial expressions. She would watch him when he sang in his room, whether he was depressed or happy. Hearing him singing would bring something that Nellie couldn't identify onto her unbearing soul.

What Nellie didn't realize that was happening was she often caught herself thinking alot about him. As a ghost and not being in contact with one soul after 10 years, she had forgotten how to feel and explain emotions.

During the nights, she would sit down on his hardware floor and lean up against the door. Michael slept directly infront of where Nellie would watch and observed him. She always noted on the things he would do; lightly snoring at various times or stirring beneath his covers when he would be having troubling dreams. During the day, she would follow Michael downstairs when he wanted to chomp down on some breakfast. She would wait in his room until he drove back from school and would come inside the house. Sometimes he would bring his buddies, or girlfriends. When Nellie would see his girlfriends, something about them would make Nellie not like them.

Everyday Nellie would learn more and more about the lives of human nowadays, which made her have more and more thoughts about what it would be like if she were a human again too. The more and more she thought about this, the desperation of being one would increase strongly.

It was present day Wednesday, just another day in the month of September. Night had fallen faster than Nellie realized it to be. So she reassumed her normal place: leaning against the door and sitting there to wait for Michael to awaken. Her thoughts started off normal, soon turning these thoughts about anger and fury. She got up from the floor, floating her way over to the mirror that stood in place over Michael's dresser. Nellie could see herself, but only Nellie could herself as a ghost. Nellie could see right threw herself, reminding her every second that she was a ghost and she couldn't do anything about it. All she wanted, so badly, was another chance to become human. She would do anything to be human again... anything.

Nellie slung her arm against the dresser's side, her whole arm going right through it. The moment she glanced back up at the mirror, she noticed a deep, black shape not too far behind her. She whipped herself around to see this dark figure now right up close and personal to her. She didn't know whether to be scared or frighten by this, so she remained neutral.

Staring at this figure, she opened her mouth to speak her first word in her ghost form, whispering, "Who are you?"

The black figure remained silent for just a matter of seconds before replying, "I am an messager of death. I transport souls to where they are destined to be placed in their spirtitul life. Some also call us the angels of death as well. Accordding to the others, I go by the name Blake." The figure suddenly began changing to a more human-like form. The black-ness surrounding him turned into a black cloak. Reaching up, he slowly pulled down the top part of his cloak to reveal a human-like face. For an angel of death, he had a really handsome face.

Nellie lingered her eyes down to the floor, muttering "So I guess it's finally time for me to go then."

Blake chuckled, bringing Nellie's head to snap up and look confused. "My dear, your time still has not come yet."

"Then what are you here for?" Nellie didn't know what was about to happened; if she could have feelings, she would feel scared to death. No pun intended.

"A few moments ago your crys, pleading to be human once more, were heard. So I am here to offer you a deal that I am sure you would not deny."

In response to his statement, she remained silent to identify that she was listening.

"That's what I thought." Blake stated. "Now, the deal. We are giving you a chance to live as a human once again... but there are just a couple of conditions though. You have eight months to live and the 25th day of May, you must have completed a task. This task will determine whether your soul is to stay here on earth and remain a ghost for eternity...or have your soul go beyond earth. To where your soul should be at its death."

This took a moment for all that was said to process in Nellie's mind. She asked, "What is my task?"

"That is for us to know, and you to find out."

Nellie wasn't expecting this answer, her thoughts still remaining the same. "What does that mean?"

"It means that you have to find out the reason why you remained on this earth from after your death. The sooner you figure it out, the more meaningful your life as a human would feel. So, will you take the deal?"

Nellie hesitated alittle, not knowing if this was a good idea or not. Of course even if she didn't take his offer, she would still remain a ghost forever. "Ok, I'll take it."

"Excellent." the angel of death said, expecting this answer as he predicted. Stepping back, he lifted his hands up. For a few seconds, nothing was happening. Suddenly, a bright light shot from his hands and towards Nellie. Nellie closed her eyes to soon expected the unexpected.