Wind was a lonely spirit. She had very few friends. The other spirits thought she was weird. Rain was her only friend. Despite always being sad or depressed, Rain always had many friends, and Wind was jealous of this fact.
The lonely spirit was sitting by herself one day, wishing that she had someone to talk to, when she heard an unfamiliar voice reach her ears. Straining her eyes, she finally found a young teenage boy, sitting by himself. He had short black hair, white skin, and beautiful blue eyes, with glasses. He wore all black everything, from black jeans to a black leather long coat, with the hood up. His hands were clad in black finger-less gloves, and he wore black combat boots on his feet. He was holding a pitch black skateboard with skulls on it.
He was tall, at least six feet, somewhat muscular, and painfully skinny. Wind noticed that he was looking up, those icy blue eyes staring into hers. He was beautiful. Wait, was he talking to himself? Wind strained her ears, and heard something that surprised her.
"You feel very nice today. The smell of rain on the air is lovely. I hope that you could keep the downpour going a bit longer than yesterday. And a nice, windy dust storm wouldn't hurt, either." He spoke out loud.
"He's talking to me!" Wind gasped. He couldn't possibly know that the spirits existed, could he?
"What are you looking at?" Asked a familiarly depressing voice.
Wind made sure to hide the beautiful human behind the clouds. "N-nothing! What are you doing here, Rain?" She asked, hurriedly.
"Looking for you. Your always alone. Just thought you might want some company." Rain said sadly.
Rain is a cute spirit, with perpetually wet black hair, and always looked drowned. Rain pushed the clouds out of the way and looked at Winds new favorite human. She almost looked disappointed.
"A human? That's it?"
Wind sighed. "Listen to what he's saying. Closely."
Rain did as she was told, and her eyes widened, almost comically. "He's talking to... Us?"
Wind shrugged. "I don't know, but I would like to."
Rain raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you like him? A human?"
Wind was barely paying attention. "I don't know... Maybe."
Rain was aghast at first, but, taking another look at the young human, she realized how alone he looked. His eyes were empty, and she realized that the majority of the water on his face wasn't rain, but tears. She was entranced by his sorrow. The look in his eyes was so familiar. She saw it every time she looked into a mirror, or bucket of water. She felt herself slowly beginning to understand why Wind wanted to just stare at him. He was like them. Alone, and sad.
Rain looked at her friend. "This will be our little secret, right?" Rain asked, to which Wind nodded... Until a certain pink haired, child spirit arrived at their hiding place.
Wind was aghast at her younger sister. "Breeze!? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, duh!" Giggled Breeze. "Watcha doin'?"
"Nothing!" Wind and Rain shouted, moving the clouds so Breeze couldn't see their human, but Breeze just laughed and moved the clouds with the wave of a finger, and was instantly entranced by the sight before her. All that sadness and loneliness... It made her want to throw her arms around the human and tell him that it was all going to be all right.
Wind and Rain noticed the forlorn look on Breeze's face, and exchanged worried glances. Great. Competition.
"Now look, Breeze. You can't just go blabbing this to everyone, got it?" Asked Wind, after she got Breeze's attention. Breeze nodded, her eyes straying back to the poor human.
"What do we do, now?" Asked Rain.
Wind thought for a moment. "We continue to watch him. If something happens, well, Lightning owes us a few favors, or we could just get her to join us. I'm sure she would feel the same way as us if she got a good look at him."
Rain and Breeze got up to leave, if somewhat grudgingly. "It's starting to get late." Said Rain.
Wind nodded. "I'll catch up with you." The others nodded, and Wind continued to watch the human. She put her hand on her chest. Spirits don't have hearts, so what was this warm feeling spreading from her chest?
"Love" She whispered. It was such a foreign word to Wind. Spirits don't breed, so there is no need for the emotion, so why did she feel this way about him? Wind could not answer this question for the life of her, but this was how she felt. She kept looking on. A while later, she noticed another human approach her human.
POV CHANGE
It was a stormy day out. Not that that was anything new in Silver City, New Mexico. Seems like it storms there every day. That was just fine with nineteen year old Mick Blanc. He preferred it that way. The storm was his friend. The storm listened to him as he shared his pain and worries. He didn't realize that the storm was coherent, and could understand everything he says.
Mick's hooded head lowered as he heard a familiar scoff.
"What do you want, Creed?" Mick asked.
"I see that you're talking to the weather again." Creed sneered.
Mick raked the man with an unemotional glare. "Answer the question, or leave."
Creed smirked. "My sister's coming back in three days, and for some reason, she wants you to be the first one to greet her."
Mick visibly cringed.
"... Oh, God no..."
Creed laughed at his response, then became solemn. "You've become a pathetic piece of trash, you know that, Mick? What happened to the street soldier that I used to fight side-by-side with?"
Mick glared at him. "You know damn well what happened to him."
Creed smirked, before walking away.
Mick looked into the air and smiled a sad smile. "I'll talk to you later." He said before skating home.
A HALF AN HOUR LATER
No, no, no, no, no! Mick leaned against the wall in his front room, with his head resting against his arms. Noir's coming back. It can't be! She's fighting in the war overseas! Mick hoped she'd be dead by now. That evil woman... She stole everything from him. His pride, his joy, his... Virginity. That bitch raped him three years ago. She was twenty three, and he was only sixteen. People asked if he was afraid of her. He would never admit it, but she terrified him.
Mick began hitting his fist against the wall. Tears began staining his face as he hit the wall more vigorously. He began punching the wall with an animal like hatred. A hatred for everything that breathes.
"Why? Why couldn't she just die?" Mick asked himself.
'She's coming back for you, you know.'
Great. Now on top of the bitch, the voices were back, too.
"Leave me alone." Mick whispered.
'But I am you.' The voice said, followed by maniacal laughter. 'You might as well just kill yourself. Everyone would be better off without you.'
"You don't think I know that!?" Mick yelled at nothing, then settled for quiet sobbing. "Besides, I'm on suicide watch."
'Suicide. The act of killing oneself for any reason. you know that if you kill yourself, you're just proving what everyone already thinks, right?'
"And what is that?"
More laughter. 'That you can't handle yourself. That you can't hack it.'
"What do you propose I do then?" Mick asked.
'Quit being such a pussy. Let your sadistic side show a little. You know it's in here.'
"I'm never letting her out, ever again."
'Don't let us out. Just accept that we're apart of you.'
Mick was going to answer the voice, when the phone rang.
Who could that be? Mick wondered .
'Probably Alayna. She most likely heard about Noir coming back and wanted to make sure you aren't dead yet.'
Alayna Maria Cano. She was one of Mick's only friends. Despite the fact that she kept on ruining his suicide attempts, she was a decent person. You know. For a psychiatrist. The phone rang for the fourth time.
'Better pick it up. She might call the police. Again.'
Mick hurriedly picked up the phone. "Yeah? Who is this?"
"Oh, thank god. You had me worried there. Why do you always take so long to answer your phone?" Alayna asked irritably.
"Sorry." Mick only hoped she wasn't mad.
"Sorry? Sorry!? You're such an asshole!" Yeah... That was pretty angry.
"I guess that you heard then." Mick sighed.
Alayna sucked in a sharp breath. "Don't do anything stupid."
Mick actually laughed. "Don't worry. I won't, if you won't."
Alayna and Mick had gone to school together, back before he quit going. She was a couple of years ahead of him, and in all honors classes, but they were close friends. After she heard about the rape, she went beating down Creed's door, looking for Noir, only to find out that she went to war earlier that day. Alayna tried hunting Noir down, but she had already deployed. Damn it. She could have been a scientist, or a professor, but in order to help Mick, she became a psychiatrist.
"If she comes near you, I'll kill the bitch." Growled Alayna.
Mick smiled at her overprotective nature. "I'll be fine. I'm going to see about getting a restraining order."
'That won't help'
"Shut it." Mick whispered to himself.
"What? Are you talking to yourself?" Alayna asked.
"No. The voices are back, too." Mick answered.
"I suppose that Noir coming back is the reason." Alayna contemplated the issues that could come from this development.
'Don't let her prescribe those ghetto drugs again. They didn't help last time. You almost O.D.'d on them.'
"I'm not going back on the thorazine. I just want you to know that." Mick said.
Alayna sighed. "Why not?"
Mick looked at the phone as if it grew arms. "I almost O.D.'d, remember?"
"How could I forget?" Alayna asked him. "I was worried when you were'nt answering your phone, so I drove to your house, only to find you foaming at the mouth on the floor. I thought you had died." Mick could hear the worry in her voice.
"No drugs." He repeated.
"Fine, but what are we going to do? We can't just have you walking around talking to yourself. People will think you're crazy." Alayna told him.
"The voices are actually being decent, this time. I'm not sure, but something's different about the head voice." Mick said.
'Nothing's different. We just don't want our landlord to croak.'
"How nice of you." Mick mumbled.
"The voices?" Asked Alayna.
Mick sighed. "Yeah. Look, I need to get ready for work. I'll get fired if I'm late again."
"You could have been anything. Why would you want to be in a garage band? You don't even get paid." Alayna asked.
"I get paid when we have gigs." Mick answered.
"About every other month."
"People are beginning to like us." Mick defended his band.
"No. GIRLS like YOU, Mick. Girls follow talent, and as far as I could see, you're the only talent on stage when your band plays."
"Not true. Zack can sing pretty good, and Stevie's no beginner on the lead."
Alayna coughed. "That was singing!? I thought he got possessed, or something!"
Mick laughed. "It's called screamo, Doctor Cano."
"Don't call me that! It's embarrassing for my friends to call me that!" Alayna balked.
"Look, I'll talk to you later. Okay? I really need to get ready to go. Are you coming to the gig tomorrow night?" Mick asked her.
Alayna laughed on the other end. "Well, yeah. I might not like that screaming crap, but I like the way you play."
"Good. I'll see you there, then."
"Goodnight, Mick."
Mick hung up the phone and got ready to leave.
'It's too bad about that whole doctor/patient professional relationship thing.'
Mick rolled his eyes. "We're just friends."
'Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.'
"You're an ass."
'Don't put yourself down like that.'
Mick laughed. On the way out the door, he grabbed his rhythm guitar and made his way to Zack's place, ready to let it all out.