Dead Girl Pictures

Seeing

I smelled her sweet scent before I saw her.
She was standing on the back deck of the house just looking at the last dying rays of the sun. I was standing in the shadows off to her right. She was as breathtaking as the view, however I could tell something was off about her. It was a hint of something dark in her scent, the intense look of sadness on her face, her full concentration on the sunset. Like she could will it to hang around a little bit longer. Most people couldn't be bothered to watch a full sunset anymore. Like they had better things to do than watch nature in all her glory.
Not her.
She gave it her full attention.
I was intrigued by her.
I spot another woman put her head out the door to talk to the woman on the deck. I can hear everything that was said even though I am a bit away from them. A benefit of my "condition". I stay watching my girl. That stops me hard. "My girl". Where did that come from? I have never had feelings for anyone like this before. I have never wanted to call anyone "mine" before.
She is different. She is special.
I need to know more about her. I remember that the other woman say they had put my girls stuff in the last room. They gave her one of the best rooms here. The room is basically all windows with sweeping views. It has double doors that open onto the deck and gives the occupants a perfect view of the sunsets.  I know this house like the back of my hand. I had the original one built years ago. And I have watched over the years as it got updated. Natalie and her family had done an amazing job with it. They know me as the quiet neighbor on the other side of the hill and when the renovations had been completed they invited me over to view it. They had done the original house justice and I was happy for them.
Now was a good time to learn a bit more about my girl. I easily leap from my spot to the lower deck. From there I stay in the shadows and use the stairs. I'm not a total animal.
I easy open the door to her room. She should really make sure it's locked later. I find her belongings on the bench in front of the bed. Just two backpacks are all she brought. Plus her camera equipment she had downstairs. Moving quickly I put away her clothing so she won't have to later and put her bag up in the closet out of her way. The second bag holds toiletries so I head to the bathroom with it. I put her shampoo and body wash in the shower after smelling both. At the bottom of the bag I find a ziplock bag that makes my heart drop. Medicine. Lots of it. I look at labels to figure out what is wrong with her. I recognize a few names and put the pieces together.
Cancer.
My girl has cancer. And it's fairly advanced judging by the pain medicine I run across.
I sit heavy on the side of the tub and think.
I can fix her.
I can heal her.
But first she is going to have to tell me she wants to be healed. That she is willing to go through the pain to get to the other side.
That she is willing to live like I do.
I come back to myself just in time to catch the sound of someone coming up the stairs. As the footsteps come towards my girls room I have just enough time to slip outside onto the deck. I step back into the shadows and wait. She steps into the room and looks for her things. She soon finds all of her stuff put away and looks perplexed. Then gives her head a shake and walks into the bathroom. I hear her pick up a pill bottle and turn on the taps. She comes out a second later and walks back downstairs.
I let out a sigh and head down myself. I catch just a glimpse of her as she gets settled into the table. Natalie and her crew are putting the finishing touches on dinner. Everyone is talking and laughing with each other. It's a warm and happy picture and I am glad my girl has friends to help her.
"Soon, baby girl, you will have me to help you too." I say in a whisper. Almost like she heard me my girl looks out to the deck. To the spot I am standing. I take that as my cue to leave. I jump down to the rocky ground below with ease and stroll off into the night.