2. No one ever sees me
Finally! Summer is over, fall has past and winter is here. The days get colder and snow falls from the sky, I love it. These are the days I'm truly alive, well, as far as a ghost can be alive. I'm Beca, spirit of winter, I can make it snow and freeze but only in winter. I can make the wind howl, blowing everything away and nobody can see it's me. I wasn't always this, I was born a normal girl but I made a very stupid mistake causing me to get a curse over me. Now I'm bound to the cold, it's always so cold but I've gotten used to it, I kinda like it now. flying around in blizzards and watching children play in the snow. Only those who believe the tails about me, can see me, mostly only children. Back in the days I was a lot more popular than now, I'm talking 17th century. Parents told their kids about the evil spirit who's rage caused it to freeze and who's tears formed the snow, how she was angry and sad about losing the one she loved most. And it'd make the kids lay awake at night and have nightmares, they were so scared of me that I started to hate myself. I'm not a scary ghost, sure my clothes and ghost appearance don't say the same but I'm a fun thing to be around. I make jokes and laugh, if only you'd get to know me you'd know that I can be a good friend. That was a long time ago, now parents tell their kids the same story but it's soon forgotten, nobody believes in my existence anymore and I live a lonely life. The name Rebeca white used to mean something.
So now it's 2017, I'm sitting on top of a house in New York watching the firework. I decided to be nice this year, so there's no snow falling on top of the crowds and the wind is still. Everyone looks like they're having a good time, except this one person. Ghost, not person, but whatever. New year always reminds me of my mother, sadly she died but she's no exception, I'm so old that everyone I ever knew is now dead. All of these people should be down on their knees begging for mercy, I've told you all the mild things I can do but there were years that I lost my temper. I'd throw ice spikes to people and kill them, those were not so good years and after coming to senses I swore to myself that I'd never lose myself like that again. Doesn't mean I can't kill everyone by making it too cold to survive or making ice fall from the sky killing everything that dares to come outside.
You know what's weird, I don't even look like a ghost. I'm not see through, I look like a normal person. Except for my eyes, they're dark blue but swirling or something, can't really explain it but it doesn't look natural. It freaks even me out when I look in the mirror. Oh, and my skin is whiter than most people's skin, like albino's
Anyway, I've had enough of being alone so I fly down to the street and land next to a redhead. Never in my life, and that says something, have I seen someone with hair this colour. She looks at me and back in front of her "you know I always thought you'd have white hair and light blue eyes" I look around to see who she's talking to "I'm talking to you" she's looking at me again
"you can see me" my eyes go big and she nods, I can't help myself as hug her. She's taken aback but does hug me back, "I'm sorry", I let her go.
"that's okay, can't imagine how you feel" she smiles at me, she fucking smiles at me. Not crying like all the kids do, or rubbing her eyes like most adults do. "I'm Chloe"
"Beca, how come you still believe in the stories about my existence" I look down "only people who believe that I exist see me, not many as you'll understand"
She chuckles "well, my granny used to know you, Constance Beale" my face lights up, of course I remember her. She was my friend, "she told me these stories and although my parents didn't believe her, I always hoped I'd meet the mysterious Rebeca white"
The mention of my name drops my smile, never liked the name they gave me "Mitchell, the last name is Mitchell. White is just from the legend, my real name is Rebecca Louise Mitchell"
Chloe looks surprised, she puts her arm around my waste and leads me to where ever we're going "shouldn't you be happy or something, it's winter!" she smiles at me again but I can't bring myself to smile back.
"I guess it's not so much fun anymore, I've had my fair share of winters"
"how old are you? If you don't mind me asking"
I smirk and am about to answer when I feel Chloe shiver, she's cold "let's go somewhere warmer and you can ask all you want"
The redhead looks at me, mouth agape "you're cold?!"
I chuckle "no but you are"
She shakes her head and leads me back to her place, there she gives me some clothes and when I look down at my own I see why she gave me some of hers. I look terrible so I go change and gladly accept the tea she made for us, not that it'll make me feel warm but it's nice to drink something. We sit on the couch and she looks into my eyes "what's up with your eyes" I shrug
"honestly don't know, now for your question earlier"
"oh yeah, how old are you"
"I thought about it when we walked here and I think I'm 364 years old"
"Jesus Christ, how long have you been White?"
I sigh thinking back to all the years "I was 21, am 21 really. Luckily I don't look 300"
"but how? You were born a normal person right" I nod "then how did you become the spirit of winter"
"well, it's a long story but I'll give you a summary, uhm, I was married at a young age but I never felt love for my husband so I cheated on him, more feeling less sex" I sigh again "then his mother found out and she cursed me to be this until I'd ever find my true love but I gave up on that about a hundred years ago" I look Chloe in the eye, there's something about her that makes me want to stay, that makes me feel warm inside. I look at her lips, so full that I want to kiss them, back up to her eyes. Beautiful blue orbs staring into me. My ice cold hands grab hers and my thumb draws circles on her palm "because even if I found her, she'd never notice me"