"Yes, I'll do it. But one question. What happened to me when I left the house?" He smirked and before I could blink he was behind me, leaning against the window with his hands in his pockets. He seemed so cool. Like he didn't care that he was dead, like he didn't care if he were a ghost. I remeber when he first talked to me. He said, "Listen to the voices that you cannot hear." I turned and was so scared for the rest of that day. I soon got to know him better. Where he was from, His age when he died. All about his life, just the cut version. He never told me how he died or why, just that he was murdered. I remeber his style. It's nice to see him now. It's nice to finally see what you thought was unrealistic. He is wearing a pinstriped tux from the 1600's, except this tux has modern touches. He was strikingly beautiful. His hair, his eys, everything. He snapped his fingers. "Daydreaming aren't you?" He chuckled. "It's funny how you keep staring at me." I looked away and blushed, or so I thought. I don't know if I can even blush now. He smiled. "Anyway, You went through the house because into darkness because you cannot leave here. You have unfinished buisness here. It's sorta like a beetlejuice effect, except there's no sandworms, just darkness." He sat up and straightened out his tux. "The only way you can leave is with me. I'm your mentor through the land of the dead." He held out his hand. "Will you join me?"
I didn't know him as well as I could. I didn't trust him. I was scared, but through all these doubts, I took his hand. Suddenly it was like going through a time warp. Lights flashed around us. As I held his hand tightly I looked around at the colors and lights flashing against me. My bangs blew around me as well as my neck lengthed hair. Then it was over and we were outside. He let go of my hand. I turned to him worried. It was an odd feeling that came upon me. It was as if I didn't want him to let go. He closed his eyes and grabbed his head in pain. "Are you okay?" I grabbed his shoulder. The feeling came back. Everytime I touch him I feel like I've found a part of my soul that is lost "Yes, this was my first time doing that. It takes alot of energy out of me. We as spirits need energy to react with this world that we do not control any longer." I looked up to the sky. It was dark outside. It was no longer nighttime. It must have been an hour that passed as we were going through the warp of time. "The world is so different when you are just a lost soul." I said turning to him. He looked at me. His eyes were so meaningful. "Well, uh first thing we have to do is..figure out who killed you and why. Do you think you can handle it?" A wave of emotion swepped over me. From that moment I knew I couldn't handle it,but I would have to. I want to help my new found freind.
 mUsIcAl-Of-NiGhTmArEs · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 05:59am · 1 Comments |
