A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fic I've ever posted, so constuctive
criticism is appreciated. This is just the little intro piece, I have a
little more written, but I'd like to get some feedback before I post
anymore.
Disclaimer: In this chapter I own pretty much everything except for Nola's
ability, but for future chapters I will own nothing except Amy and anyone
else new.
On with the show!
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Amy's POV: "Oh God, Nola, wake up. Come on, we've got to get out of here. Please Nola, blink or something if you can hear me. Try and sit up. Oh God." My shouting echoed across the empty playground, but Nola didn't stir. Suddenly, she groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She was bleeding so hard from the gash on her forehead and the slashes on her neck that it was getting in her eyes and mouth. I helped her sit up and spit the blood out.
"Amy, listen to me..." Nola said huskily, while trying to lean into my shoulder and not fall back on the gravel. "I've lost way too much blood, okay? I'm not sure how much longer I'll be conscious. I need you to promise me something before I pass out or..." No, she wasn't allowed to talk like that. No last wishes, no "before I pass out." Aren't you always supposed to keep them talking and conscious?
"You're gonna be fine, Nola. I mean it, just stay with me, 'kay? Keep talking, tell me what happened," I said, trying to be reassuring. It wasn't working and my voice seemed too loud and harsh in the silence of the playground. Slient except for her ragged breathing. Nola had to fine. She had to keep her yhounger stepbrother in line and complain about her older brother's driving and go crazy with her stepsister. She had to take care of her cats and the Chia pet her mom got her as a joke and draw the mural on my closet doors and talk about her latest visit with her dad to Texas. Nola had to fine because she was my best friend, and we were only 14.
Her voice brought my eyes back into focus on her blood-streaked face. "Listen, Amy, just promise me, all right? Now, I got beaten up just now by someone you couldn't see. He was a ghost, an evil ghost." She was gasping for breath and we shivered in the cool breeze. It shouldn't have been that cold on an August night. Wait, a ghost? Nola was beaten this badly by a ghost? How much blood had she lost? The more I thought about it (which was probably only one more second), the more it made sense. Well, maybe not sense exactly, but it explained a lot. "I could see him," she countinued, "because I have a special power. I'm meant to help lost spirits move on. I have this feeling that I'm not going to make it and you're going to get my powers. So you have to help people with them, the powers. I trust you, but please promise me." She stared meaningfully at me while I tried to wipe the blood from her face. I only ended up spreading it around. Nola countinued to try to catch my horrified gaze. I was numb, I couldn't cry or move or scream. I was to get powers? Powers that I had to use to help people move on. That was what Nola had done.
We locked eyes and I knew I had to promise, I knew this was the most important thing I'd ever do. So I tried to reassure her, make what were, as she and I both acknowledged, her last moments, comfortable. I tried to at least croak the word 'yes'. But I couldn't. It was the worst feeling, I couldn't even breathe. So I nodded my head and as I felt Nola relax a little, I tried to breathe, too.
Before I could even register a thought, I felt something hard smash against the back of my neck and heard Nola screaming before icy balck enveloped me.
No POV:
The man ginned crazily at the two girls lying next to each other, one struggling to get up but too near to death to do more than moan, the other completely unconscious with a large gash at the base of her skull. Both were bleeding in rivers. He dematerialized and the playground was silent except for the squeak of the swing in the wind and the far away sound of a siren growing closer. The best friends' blood mixed together on the gravel of their childhood playground, staining all the gray rocks a blinding red.
A/N: That's it for now. Hopefully I can get the next chapter typed and posted in two days. Have a great day and remember to read/review!
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Amy's POV: "Oh God, Nola, wake up. Come on, we've got to get out of here. Please Nola, blink or something if you can hear me. Try and sit up. Oh God." My shouting echoed across the empty playground, but Nola didn't stir. Suddenly, she groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She was bleeding so hard from the gash on her forehead and the slashes on her neck that it was getting in her eyes and mouth. I helped her sit up and spit the blood out.
"Amy, listen to me..." Nola said huskily, while trying to lean into my shoulder and not fall back on the gravel. "I've lost way too much blood, okay? I'm not sure how much longer I'll be conscious. I need you to promise me something before I pass out or..." No, she wasn't allowed to talk like that. No last wishes, no "before I pass out." Aren't you always supposed to keep them talking and conscious?
"You're gonna be fine, Nola. I mean it, just stay with me, 'kay? Keep talking, tell me what happened," I said, trying to be reassuring. It wasn't working and my voice seemed too loud and harsh in the silence of the playground. Slient except for her ragged breathing. Nola had to fine. She had to keep her yhounger stepbrother in line and complain about her older brother's driving and go crazy with her stepsister. She had to take care of her cats and the Chia pet her mom got her as a joke and draw the mural on my closet doors and talk about her latest visit with her dad to Texas. Nola had to fine because she was my best friend, and we were only 14.
Her voice brought my eyes back into focus on her blood-streaked face. "Listen, Amy, just promise me, all right? Now, I got beaten up just now by someone you couldn't see. He was a ghost, an evil ghost." She was gasping for breath and we shivered in the cool breeze. It shouldn't have been that cold on an August night. Wait, a ghost? Nola was beaten this badly by a ghost? How much blood had she lost? The more I thought about it (which was probably only one more second), the more it made sense. Well, maybe not sense exactly, but it explained a lot. "I could see him," she countinued, "because I have a special power. I'm meant to help lost spirits move on. I have this feeling that I'm not going to make it and you're going to get my powers. So you have to help people with them, the powers. I trust you, but please promise me." She stared meaningfully at me while I tried to wipe the blood from her face. I only ended up spreading it around. Nola countinued to try to catch my horrified gaze. I was numb, I couldn't cry or move or scream. I was to get powers? Powers that I had to use to help people move on. That was what Nola had done.
We locked eyes and I knew I had to promise, I knew this was the most important thing I'd ever do. So I tried to reassure her, make what were, as she and I both acknowledged, her last moments, comfortable. I tried to at least croak the word 'yes'. But I couldn't. It was the worst feeling, I couldn't even breathe. So I nodded my head and as I felt Nola relax a little, I tried to breathe, too.
Before I could even register a thought, I felt something hard smash against the back of my neck and heard Nola screaming before icy balck enveloped me.
No POV:
The man ginned crazily at the two girls lying next to each other, one struggling to get up but too near to death to do more than moan, the other completely unconscious with a large gash at the base of her skull. Both were bleeding in rivers. He dematerialized and the playground was silent except for the squeak of the swing in the wind and the far away sound of a siren growing closer. The best friends' blood mixed together on the gravel of their childhood playground, staining all the gray rocks a blinding red.
A/N: That's it for now. Hopefully I can get the next chapter typed and posted in two days. Have a great day and remember to read/review!
