Hello my lovelies! Here we are with another story, and this one I intend to stick with!
Elizaveta
Look, before we get started here, let me make things clear. My name is Elizaveta, and I'm seventeen. I've been seventeen for a while now. Why is that, you may ask? Because I'm dead. I've been dead for quite some time. I was born in 1956 in Budapest, Hungary. When I was five, my parents and I came to America. In 1973, a few weeks after I turned seventeen, a tornado hit, killing my mother and I with a falling beam. My dad was at work, so he came home that day to a dead wife, and a dead daughter. My mom died instantly, I wasn't so lucky. It hurt like hell, let me tell you. But when I died, I didn't... leave, as you would put it.
Yep, I'm a ghost. I think it's been around fifty years or so since I died, and I have yet to meet a person who can see me. Other ghosts though, I've met. You can almost see through them- us, I mean. Some of them- and by that I mean ol' Mary down by the church, she died in the 1700's- say that if a person gets a hold of a ghost's most prized possession, and their death certificate, they could see that ghost. Weird, right?
But being dead is kind of lonely, so when the cute Austrian boy moved into my old room, I had hopes of getting seen.
The plan was simple, plant my journal in a loose floorboard, making it easy to find. He'd read it, hopefully get curious, and find my certificate.
Maybe I was just setting myself up for disappointment, but I was willing to try.
I wanted to be seen, so that's what I was determined to get.
It took half an hour to set the plan into motion. I unscrewed the nails on the floorboard- ghosts can move things, you know.- and set the diary in it, along with my school picture from the year I died. I checked to make sure the ink hadn't faded, and if it had, I traced it in another pen of somewhat the same color.
When he got home from school- I'd learned he was my age- I sat on his bed, which was rather comfy, and waited for him to notice the squeak when he stepped on the loose board. He flung his bag onto the bed- right through me, I might add- and stepped on the board, yelping in surprise when it made a high-pitched wailing.
He bent down, prying it up, and pulling out the journal, flipping through it. He did what I'd hoped he would do, and sat down to read it.
It took him most of that night to get through it. He'd laughed, made faces, and cringed as he read it. I'd always wondered how my life would seem to another person, and, in a strange way, I kind of got to see.
Last he got to the picture. I would never call myself beautiful; I had long, wavy brown hair I'd always stuck a flower in, and green eyes; but that was the word he said when he laid eyes on the black-and-white photograph.
Odd, I thought, Thinking a dead girl was beautiful.
I followed him as he walked downstairs to grab a sandwich and his laptop, followed him back up the stairs, and hovered over his shoulder as he googled my name, Elizaveta Héderváry, and scanned through the list of articles. The one he clicked was at the very bottom, an article from the school's paper, the same article that had announced to the students that I had died.
He read it, mouthing the words as he went:
"Tragedy struck as well as last weeks tornado, injuring many, destroying houses, but the most tragic event of this disaster was the death of junior Elizaveta Héderváry and her mother. The funeral shall be next Thursday, and anyone who wishes to attend the funeral should contact…"
In my opinion, it was all rather fanciful, though most of the school attended my funeral, which was quite the surprise. I mean, I was nice to everyone, but I wouldn't have thought myself a popular person.
I glanced back to Roderich, and to my surprise, his eyes were shining, like he was… almost like he was crying. Crying for a girl he never knew. How odd.
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Your's truly,
Seraph