Chapter Four: Many Years Later
It has been forty five years since my eleventh birthday, the day I died. I still have my 11 year old ghosty appearance, even though I should look like a middle aged woman.
That is, if I was still alive.
I sit on the porch, watching the boy Aiden cuddle with his girlfriend from about 50 feet away. I have been watching Aiden for some time now. Ever since he was ten, and I learned that he had powers, like mine. We speak a lot. He is the first real young friend I have ever had.
As she kisses him on the cheek, his words brush across my mind: Do you have to watch this?
I smile and nod. I like it when he talks to me. He is the only one on earth who can see me, and around him, I don't feel dead... even though I am. He makes me feel happy.
He's fifteen, and I was only eleven when I died, but he still tolerates me like a big brother. Even though on earth, I could be his mom... but I still find him to be attractive and like a... crush.
His girlfriend Sarah smiles and wraps her arms around him. "You seem distracted, sweetie."
A hot jealousy flows through my energy. Sarah doesn't know how lucky she's got it. Aiden is beautiful in that manly way. She can entwine her little pretty arms around him and do whatever she wants.
I know Aiden is sensing my thoughts, and he sends a confused look over in my direction. Woops. He doesn't know about my little crush on him, and I block up my thoughts immediately. Then he turns to Sarah and says, "It's nothing." But he still casts a dark look in my direction, like What the hell was that?!
I shake my head and roll my eyes. I whisper across his mind ".... I'm not nothing."
He turns to me and rolls his eyes. His words brush across my mind, "I know you're something, but she doesn't."
"You're distracted," Sarah pouts, taking her arms off of him. She looks in the direction Aiden is looking, at me. Her eyes go wide.
"Who the hell is she?" she demands.
My eyes widen and so do Aiden's.
"You can see me?!" I demand.
"Uh, yeah," Sarah rolls her eyes. "You're kind out of out in the open. Are you Aiden's cousin?"
"Um... not quite," Aiden scratches his head. "Sarah, Samara. Samara, Sarah."
I walk over there, even though it's kind of hard. I have forgotten how to walk, but Sarah thinks I'm mortal.
"What kind outfit is that? Are you wearing a bodysuit?" Sarah looks confused. "Well, it really clashes with your skin. How old are you, anyway?"
Let's see... earth-wise, I'm supposed to be fifty-six years old. But I died when I was eleven. So it just depends on what you see me as.
Aiden catches my thoughts and rolls his eyes. "She's thirteen," he says. I raise what it supposed to be a right eyebrow but he doesn't look at me.
"I'm his neighbor," I say.
Sarah tosses back her long red hair and gives me a scornful look. "Nice to meet you, Samara."
Apparently, Sarah has the powers to see the paranormal and she doesn't realize it. That's not good. Especially with her attitude.
Hey, Aiden protests across my mind. She's nice.
What baffles me is that Sarah can see me, yet she has no telepathic powers to speak across another's mind.
Or maybe she just doesn't know how to.
"You too," I roll my eyes at Sarah. She glares at me. I glare at her right back until Aiden cuts in, "Sarah, baby, I've gotta go. I'll see you later."
"Bye, honey," she says, kissing him for a long time. I roll my eyes.
Aiden smiles and walks back toward the house. Sarah just stands there and glares at me.
"What now?" I say.
"I just want you to know that I love Aiden very much," she hisses. "And he loves me too. You can't do anything to change that, so don't even try."
"Wasn't gonna," I smile, blowing a silvery ghost kiss at her. It circles around her face and brandishes a burn on her forehead. She gasps, rubbing the spot.
"What the hell was that?" she clutches it, throwing me an evil look.
"Just a mark of my ever-resentment toward you," I whisper. Then in a louder voice, I say, "Sit."
As if by some magnetic force, she plops down straight on her butt. She gasps.
"Ah, the nature of servitude," I grin at her devilishly. "Don't piss me off, Sarah. I can think of a million things that I could order you to do and I wouldn't regret a single one of them. Now go home."
"What did you do to me?" she screams, standing up and staggering toward the direction of where she lives. "What the hell did you do?"
I shrug coylishly. "Now you have to be under the command of a ghost. Sad, isn't it?" I turn around and walk away.
The powers are fun, but...
The caller will still pay.
It has been forty five years since my eleventh birthday, the day I died. I still have my 11 year old ghosty appearance, even though I should look like a middle aged woman.
That is, if I was still alive.
I sit on the porch, watching the boy Aiden cuddle with his girlfriend from about 50 feet away. I have been watching Aiden for some time now. Ever since he was ten, and I learned that he had powers, like mine. We speak a lot. He is the first real young friend I have ever had.
As she kisses him on the cheek, his words brush across my mind: Do you have to watch this?
I smile and nod. I like it when he talks to me. He is the only one on earth who can see me, and around him, I don't feel dead... even though I am. He makes me feel happy.
He's fifteen, and I was only eleven when I died, but he still tolerates me like a big brother. Even though on earth, I could be his mom... but I still find him to be attractive and like a... crush.
His girlfriend Sarah smiles and wraps her arms around him. "You seem distracted, sweetie."
A hot jealousy flows through my energy. Sarah doesn't know how lucky she's got it. Aiden is beautiful in that manly way. She can entwine her little pretty arms around him and do whatever she wants.
I know Aiden is sensing my thoughts, and he sends a confused look over in my direction. Woops. He doesn't know about my little crush on him, and I block up my thoughts immediately. Then he turns to Sarah and says, "It's nothing." But he still casts a dark look in my direction, like What the hell was that?!
I shake my head and roll my eyes. I whisper across his mind ".... I'm not nothing."
He turns to me and rolls his eyes. His words brush across my mind, "I know you're something, but she doesn't."
"You're distracted," Sarah pouts, taking her arms off of him. She looks in the direction Aiden is looking, at me. Her eyes go wide.
"Who the hell is she?" she demands.
My eyes widen and so do Aiden's.
"You can see me?!" I demand.
"Uh, yeah," Sarah rolls her eyes. "You're kind out of out in the open. Are you Aiden's cousin?"
"Um... not quite," Aiden scratches his head. "Sarah, Samara. Samara, Sarah."
I walk over there, even though it's kind of hard. I have forgotten how to walk, but Sarah thinks I'm mortal.
"What kind outfit is that? Are you wearing a bodysuit?" Sarah looks confused. "Well, it really clashes with your skin. How old are you, anyway?"
Let's see... earth-wise, I'm supposed to be fifty-six years old. But I died when I was eleven. So it just depends on what you see me as.
Aiden catches my thoughts and rolls his eyes. "She's thirteen," he says. I raise what it supposed to be a right eyebrow but he doesn't look at me.
"I'm his neighbor," I say.
Sarah tosses back her long red hair and gives me a scornful look. "Nice to meet you, Samara."
Apparently, Sarah has the powers to see the paranormal and she doesn't realize it. That's not good. Especially with her attitude.
Hey, Aiden protests across my mind. She's nice.
What baffles me is that Sarah can see me, yet she has no telepathic powers to speak across another's mind.
Or maybe she just doesn't know how to.
"You too," I roll my eyes at Sarah. She glares at me. I glare at her right back until Aiden cuts in, "Sarah, baby, I've gotta go. I'll see you later."
"Bye, honey," she says, kissing him for a long time. I roll my eyes.
Aiden smiles and walks back toward the house. Sarah just stands there and glares at me.
"What now?" I say.
"I just want you to know that I love Aiden very much," she hisses. "And he loves me too. You can't do anything to change that, so don't even try."
"Wasn't gonna," I smile, blowing a silvery ghost kiss at her. It circles around her face and brandishes a burn on her forehead. She gasps, rubbing the spot.
"What the hell was that?" she clutches it, throwing me an evil look.
"Just a mark of my ever-resentment toward you," I whisper. Then in a louder voice, I say, "Sit."
As if by some magnetic force, she plops down straight on her butt. She gasps.
"Ah, the nature of servitude," I grin at her devilishly. "Don't piss me off, Sarah. I can think of a million things that I could order you to do and I wouldn't regret a single one of them. Now go home."
"What did you do to me?" she screams, standing up and staggering toward the direction of where she lives. "What the hell did you do?"
I shrug coylishly. "Now you have to be under the command of a ghost. Sad, isn't it?" I turn around and walk away.
The powers are fun, but...
The caller will still pay.