Ghost
I am a ghost from the past, living in the present. I searched for who I was. I wanted to know my history, my past, my story, my soul. Then Ed took to me to the "water sploosh" place. I met Sally Yung there. She said she was my same age, but she was ancient, totally unlike me. She said she knew me, and if freaked me out. I ran away without learning who I was. I told her granddaughter that I was a ghost, and I just left. Just like all good ghost do, neh? It made me think though. I truly am a ghost. No matter who I was then, the years have changed everyone that I may have ever known, but my body is still the same. I can't be the same as Sally.
I am a ghost from the past, living in the present. My body feels the warm water washing over it, cleansing my mind, erasing the horrid memory. Memory! Flashes of images both familiar and strange at the same time dash through my tortured brain! I remember my childhood home. I see my stuffed dolls, my bed, and even a fleeting glance of my father's face. Why am I remembering this now? I have to go back, but I don't want to. I'm so confused! I feel alone and lost. The walls seem to be closing in on me. I have to get out of here.
I am a ghost from the past, living in the present. It seems so strange how in this changed world, the sun still looks the same as it shines though the palm trees. The pathway is the same, so familiar. Almost there. I can see the gate! I'm home! But… There is nothing here, just a broken fountain, shattered and leaking. The lions head lies in a shallow pool. It no longer flows water from its fangs. My home is gone. My memories seem in vain. I only thought I felt alone. This… This is truly what it feels like to be alone. I see where my room would have been, but it is only parched ground now. I remember how my father would tuck me in at night, in this very spot, but there is nothing there now, just emptiness. The barrenness merely reminds me of how alone I truly am. As I lay on the ground where my bed would have been, I am lost in thought. I had thought that I would have a place to belong if I got my memory back. Now I see that there is no place for me. I am a ghost from the past, forced to live in the present. I wander what Spike and Jet and Ed are doing right now? Maybe Ed found her Dad. The hologram of him seemed nice enough, but if he is really related to Ed, he is probably just as annoying. Maybe she has found him though; maybe she now has a place to belong.
I am a ghost from the past, living in the present. The sun has set now; the earth grows cold on my back. I really should get some better clothes. I still owe over three-hundred million woolongs though, so I really can't afford much. I feel so alone. I guess I'll go back to the Bebop. They don't seem to like me there, but they seem to have accepted me, at least for now. But the truth is that I actually like them. Maybe I'll tell Spike how I feel about him. Maybe I won't always be alone. Maybe I can belong someplace; to someone. But, can I make him forget about her? I have never seen her, but I feel that she still owns his soul.
Maybe I will remain alone.
I am a ghost from the past, living in the present; lost and alone. I am a Valentine, looking for love.
A/N:This is a short showing Faye's pov during "Hard Luck Woman" (ep. 23). I may also write one from Ed's pov later, but I though that this would be a good story for Valentines Day. If you read this, please review. I thrive on response.