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First Impressions

Okay, let me explain myself.

I like to call myself Jo. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm 16 years old, in August, and am currently in high school, no duh.

My mother died when I was 10, from skin cancer.

And that's all.

Oh wait one more thing.

I have a very strange ability, to see ghosts.

Cool, neh?

I'm going to say, it's not.

It sucks.

You know why?

It's like instinct, every time I see a ghost; I want to, no, I need to help them move on!

But you know what?

Sometimes those stupid ghosts get violent, and I get myself a free ride to the hospital, in a screaming white van with a red cross on its side.

The cool thing is, anything I touch, a ghost can touch. This means, I can touch ghosts, and they can touch me.

I find this better, than I can't touch them, and they can't touch me, because I won't feel like my hand just went through an extremely cold bucket of water.

Anyway, I only agreed to move from America to Japan, because for 14 years of my life, I had been harassed by ghosts, literally. When I was two, I swear, I can remember this man who died, because his kid murdered him because he murdered his wife that literally yelled at me whenever I was near.

Yes, he died drunk, and he acted drunk all the time, he probably didn't notice I could hear him, but still, it was freaky.

So, I agreed to move.

Sadly, when I got here, I just realized, that I heard, Japanese ghosts are freakier than American ones.

And you know what that means?

I'm screwed.

So, when I saw the black truck go through the mysterious figure walking lost in the middle of the street, I could see him, yes it was a him, slightly glowing through the black metal.

I was right.

He had been wearing all black, and there was a white bandana over his forehead, covering who knows what. And he did have rather gravity defying hair. It was black by the looks of it. His eyes, were the things that got me most though, a shocking crimson red, which I could see, even from where I was sitting, and that was far from where he was.

Oh wow, this guy was more interesting than the red haired dude.

Climbing back into the bare room, I hoped I wouldn't have to meet the red eyed ghost though. He looked rather harmless, as if he was lost or something, but still, red eyes?

That's definitely not normal.

And plus, I have to deal with moving in, and school first.

If he's still around by the time I get done with everything else.

I guess… I'll try to help him.

But he gave me a weird feeling, and it wasn't the good kind.

So…

I'm going to leave him alone for now.

"Argh…" I moaned, flopping myself down on top of my bed.

It was midnight, and I had gotten up at 4 A.M. yesterday, and I was in horrible need of sleep.

Three weeks had passed since I moved here, and I was pretty much settled in.

Except for the weird knocking noise on my window I heard every single fricken' night.

Believe me, I never look what's do the knocking, but there is a knocking. It's all soft, and everything, but then it sounds like someone really wants to get in, and that someone pushes harder and harder, until…

That someone disappears.

Yes, I am getting harassment from ghosts again.

Whoopdeedo for Jo.

Whoopdeedo for whoever's harassing Jo.

Whoopdeedo for ghosts harassing Jo.

My vision started to swim, since I was so god damn pooped, and I only stood up long enough to, literally, rip off my socks, and dove under the sheets.

"Mm…" I mumbled softly, closing my eyes.

I hope no one comes today… I'm too pooped to…Wake up…

My mind started to slow down, and I turned on one side, pulling the blanket tighter around me.

God, I hope the knocking doesn't come today…

XOXOXO

An ice island, suspended in air.

A woman standing on the very edge of a cliff, on the very edge of the island.

A bundle of something wrapped in a cocoon shape thing in her hands.

Tears trickling down her face, turning into some kind of gems.

Stretching out her arm, the bundle in her hand.

Another woman crying, screaming, trying to get to the woman on the cliff.

Other women holding the hysterical one back.

The bundle moving, a baby…

The woman dropping the baby over the cliff.

Falling…

Falling…

Falling…

A cry of slight terror arising from the baby's mouth.

XOXOXO

"Oh my gosh." I gasped, exclaiming in a fast, low voice.

"What, the hell, was that, dream?" I asked myself, staring at my hands, "What kind of freak drops a baby off a cliff?"

Breathing heavily, I realized, that is the freakiest dream I have ever had. Counting on, it didn't have me in it, and I never imagined anything of that sort.

And then I froze.

It was then I realized.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It wasn't my step mum's, or my father's, or else they would have said something about my language by now, and would've asked if I was alright.

Oh no.

It was another ghost.

I slowly turned my head, and straightened up, preparing myself for the face of some ghost, I was going to grind my fist into, but surprisingly, I didn't.

It was the same ghost, from the car incident.

It was the one that walked around the street lost.

And oh my gosh, was he hot.

And that will be the only other time, anybody, including me, will hear me say, or think that.

"Who. The. Hell. Are. You." I said slowly, regaining my senses after I had declared him as 'hot'.

The boy stared at me blankly, his crimson eyes shining with questions.

"I… I don't know."

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