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Chapter 1
October, 2004
Tessa never came back. And I was officially stuck in this world, as a ghost. That chick didn't kid around I guess.
My thoughts stalled at that moment when I heard the sound of a door creak open. I looked up at the noise, and tore my chipped purple painted fingernail away from the wall. I'd been counting the days at how long I'd been stuck inside this apartment. Rows of tally marks littered the bottom of the bedroom wall. I hadn't always been alone like this. Maybe a year tops before anyone else joined me to keep me company. But I didn't want company. I wanted to be left alone. It wasn't easy, but I'd been successful in scaring the last tenants out of the apartment as the official poltergeist. Over the years of boredom and trying to do anything but kill has been kind of my forte as of late.
Sure, the rage was still inside me and I may or may not have broken someone's fine china plate by accident- that'd been the final straw in paying the landlord's release fee- but so far I've been successful in not killing anyone. Knock on wood, if I could do that.
Though it was only a matter of time before that actually happened and I was afraid. I didn't want to be a mean ghost. I didn't want to kill. I'd never been a killer in my life so why should I have to suffer from this awful fate? My choice…. I reminded myself. It was my choice that I stayed here. This was the end result that I had to deal with….
I didn't want to be anyone though. I wanted to move on from this depressing and gloomy place. But I wasn't getting out anytime soon, which made me more depressed. I was a depressed and mopy ghost who couldn't die because she was already dead. Was that irony? Or was I stretching? Either way, that was sad. I was sad. I needed help. But who would be willing to help me? Most people in their rightful minds were afraid of ghosts like me. I didn't think anyone would be willing to help me at this point until I met him.
The lights flicked on illuminating the small apartment. It wasn't much but it was home with just a couch that rested against the wall, a coffee table in the middle, maybe some lamps and side-tables along with a couple of chairs for people to hang out and chat, maybe study even.
Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen. Kat and I shared a room with twin beds that were now gone. It was just cheaper that way. The last tenant, a single college sophomore had a queen size and didn't bother to take it with her. Maybe that had sealed the win for these poor souls that were about to deal with me. Otherwise, if I knew the building itself was haunted, I would have run for the hills.
I heard footsteps shuffle against the wooden floor. More than two. I was sitting by the bed in the bedroom, close to the window. Yes. It was the same window in which Kat pushed me out of.
The lights of the table lamp that sat on the nightstand turned on. Slightly. They seemed to flicker on and off, creating a spooky glow in the room. The lights always seemed to flicker when anyone turned them on. I wondered if that was because of me because they'd always worked fine before when I was alive. I think Kat only had to put in a new light bulb once and that was that.
"Huh," the tall boy said, turning it on and then off, waiting to see if the light would become full again. It still flickered.
"Maybe it's just the fuse. Easy fix right babe?" the voice was sweet and kind to my ears, making me peek over the bed to see whom it belonged to. God, she was gorgeous. Tall, skinny, and blonde. Everything I wasn't. She seemed nice too. It made me smile.
"Yeah, maybe," he said, not totally convinced that it was just a fuse or something wrong with the electricity. Maybe they just needed a new light bulb?
"We'll go to the hardware store tomorrow and pick up another light bulb," she said assuringly, reaching for his chin to look at her. He smiled at her with pure affection that made my heart ache, but I couldn't help but watch them kiss with admiration.
She was wearing short jean-shorts and a three-quarter-sleeve shirt, white. She had to step on her tiptoes even though she was tall to kiss her tall muscular man with short brown, a bit messy hair.
I couldn't help but notice that she sure knew how to keep her boy occupied and not worried over a silly broken light.
"Come on, I can think of something that we can do for the first time in our brand new apartment that doesn't require any fixing at all," she said seductively with a smirk on her face. She pulled him into the bathroom, adjacent to the dresser against the wall.
"I told you I love you today, right?" the tall one asked her, a roguish grin had appeared on his face.
She laughed. It was whimsical. I smiled slightly. I liked it. They were the type that you'd want to win best couple pose in the year book.
"Hmm, you can show me," she wrapped her delicate hands around his head as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
They were about to go into the shower, but it stopped working, making a loud and weird dying sound through the walls.
"Well, there's always the bed," the blonde suggested.
Oh God. I paled at the terrified thought of them doing it in here. That meant I had to move from my comfortable spot, and I really didn't want to. I was too comfortable!
The tall boyfriend brought in his girlfriend into the bedroom much to my dismay. She pushed him down on the bed so that she could climb on top of him onto the squeaky mattress and leaned in to continue kissing him. The kissing noises were sweet at first as he mumbled sweet nothings to her making her laugh and me almost gagging. I covered my ears, crouched against the wall, hugging my knees tight, tally marks totally forgotten.
"Mmm….Jess…" he groaned in between kisses.
"Sam…." It came out as a breathless sigh.
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, glaring, cursing in silence. I sighed. It wouldn't matter if I walked into the kitchen near by, I'd still hear the noises like nails on a chalkboard.
They finally swapped positions so that he took control. He didn't waste any time taking off his shirt and throwing it over on top of me. I narrowed my eyes dryly, glaring at the shirt on top of my head that smelt all too good, making me swallow hard. I peeled his shirt off of my head and flung it to the side, not missing the fact that he had very, and I mean very nice abs – we'll get to those in a moment, cause I could've sworn Sam noticed my movement of flinging his shirt onto the floor. He paused ever so slightly.
"Sam?" Jess had pulled apart, concernedly. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah….yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing," he said dismissively. He regained his self-composure after he thought he'd seen something weird. I frowned. The kissing noises started again that sounded like lip smacking after putting on some cherry glitter lip-gloss. I darted out of the bedroom into the kitchen unable to take it anymore and let out a terribly long sigh.
I suddenly missed lip-gloss.
~*Supernatural*~
It'd been three weeks since my new roommates moved in. Jessica got another light bulb and I found myself following Sam down the familiar halls of Stanford with books in his arms. He was every bit of the nerd that I didn't peg him for. It was hard to imagine that a boy with a six-pack could also be smart and intelligent at the same time. He was also studying to get into law school, and graduate with a full ride. That'd been on his mind lately.
I hadn't made any attempts to kick the couple out. Yet. They were actually pretty decent human beings and I had no ill attempts to scare his girlfriend to death. I didn't have it in me.
Sam was currently heading down to the library. He'd gotten his usual coffee in the cafeteria, black, grabbed his books, and felt ready for a long night of studying, like he did every Thursday night, like clockwork. He had a whole routine and everything down to the last clean pressed shirt.
I watched him study a pile of SAT books on a table inside the library that had been spread out not a moment later through my favorite spot behind a bookshelf. I was standing between Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn novels, looking over at our table. OUR table. It seemed so funny to think about as our table all these years of separation. Years of laughter echoed as a fleeting memory passed over me for a quick second till I pushed the thoughts of Kat and Jason away from me.
I sighed and plopped my arm on the edge of the bookshelf and dropped my chin into the palm of my hand.
From what I've learned so far about this dude is that he liked to bury himself in books. He liked hanging out wit his friends that he created and his girlfriend, Jess – his nickname for her that I'd picked up on, but he was a bookworm just like me.
I smiled in admiration until he got up from his chair, sliding out from the table. I could distinctively hear the chair scruff against the carpet. My senses have been heightened since death. Not gonna lie- they were pretty cool. Handy sometimes.
I was interrupted of those thoughts when Sam threw in his nightly coffee treat into the trash bin on his way out of the library. Once again, I was drawn to follow him all the way down to the bathroom. The men's room. I bit my bottom lip. Another student came out with a book in hand and a backpack strung over his shoulder. He walked right through me, making me jump back a bit, startled. It's been a long time since anyone walked right through me. Slight tingles formed all over and not in a good way. It was such a weird feeling at first, but then I got used to it. Over time, walking through walls, and people got easier. I walked into the bathroom straight through the metal door and frowned. I was alone in the tiled floor, porcelain sink filled room. I saw a line of mirrors and then my reflection.
I look just the same. Pale, Caucasian. My lips were chapped and whiter than ever, almost snow. My hair was brown, wavy, and curled against my shoulders. It'd always been thick and a pain in the ass to deal with but now it seemed less tamed. My hazel eyes were dead, no life in them. I still wore my glasses. But even with my glasses that supposedly made me extra smart-looking, you could have thought I was a zombie. I was still in bell-bottom jeans and a purple and green 90's peace shirt. Bell-bottoms from the seventies made a comeback and they were all the rage. I had to have them. I looked around me and my frown deepened. Ugh. Girl's restrooms were so much nicer.
Sam walked out of the stall a moment later. Door opened then attempted to close but not all the way just like most stall doors did. Never quite understood the urinals and the separate stalls in a men's room. But it was a nice choice of privacy I guess. I'd take the girl's bathroom any day.
That didn't matter. What mattered was Sam and why I felt the need to hang around him. I'd gone to my family once to see them, but Tessa had been right. It was much too painful for me to be with them. Sadness overload.
Sam walked over to the sink to wash his hands, catching my attention once more. I crept closer. And breathed. My breath reached the glass mirror creating a foggy essence. Sam slowed his washing and turned the faucet off. He let out a breath, and his eyes darted down to his own frosty mist blow out of his lips.
He turned around quickly, but I didn't stick around enough for him to fully see me because another person had walked in. Our moment gone.
~*Supernatural*~
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