Miss Sorrows
Gravel tore into her fragile flesh. Her tears spattered the ground. She looked hollow, gaunt and broken. She scraped at her tattered clothes and felt at the tears in her flesh. She stood, slowly, rigid with pain, and dragged her feet across the ground, away from her precious library.
People stared at her. Four men dropped all they were carrying and rushed to help her, a woman called an ambulance professing her lover for China; all the while and cursing the demon who could have harmed such a perfect creature. I travelled in the back of the ambulance. It was quite a challenge at first, I kept slipping in and out of the back, not to mention that I wasn't affected by inertia so I had to float along trying to stay with the van and keeping an eye on China. I'd never had much time for her when I was alive. I guess being dead makes you just how much you've really been missing out on.
She'd live. She was tough, I knew that much about my sister, she sure could take a beating. I'd punched her through a tree once or twice as kids and shed get up laughing with a broken arm or leg. I was...unhinged... This was hundreds of years ago, these days the equivalent would be punching your sister through a building... It doesn't have the same ring to it...
She did look quite sickly but... her skin was turning a light shade of green, though that might be a bit of healing magic... I wouldn't have a clue what kind of arsenal of tattoos she has etched into her crisp skin. Either way, it made my heart ache, it would have anyway. I missed magic to be quite fair with myself; I couldn't feel it in my fingertips anymore. Why exist if I can't actually do anything?... it was quite a philosophical thought, "Why?" I never bother to ask that. I just rush in... I guess that's why my body looks like it had a run in with a human lawnmower.
"Haha, I'm a fool" I whispered ruefully to myself as the ambulance pulled into the hospital and China was taken away, the doctors staring uncomprehendingly at her beauty, "I have no future, I'm a spirit, an impression of who I was, what did Skullduggery call it? An unbalanced spirit? When you die a gruesome and painful death and hang to the world with pure rage and ultimate purpose of revenge" I sneered and scowled and boiled at once. I didnt feel angry at my death, and who could I venge upon for my stupidity, how could I even manage to do anything, I can't do magic, I can't even be seen... I don't really know what I CAN do... Thats an intriguing prospect. Perhaps there is more to me than I can see...
I thought back. Through hundreds of years of knowledge and wisdom, the answer had to be in my head somewhere.
It clicked, I looked up. I left the hospital immediately (Maybe I'm not so different). I walked off, down the main road and through to the highway... I had my destination in mind and I knew exactly what I wanted. I was going to get it too. No matter how long it took.