Falling In Love With A Winter Ghost

DISREMEMBER

verb. To fail to remember; to forget.

"What the hell!?"

"Yeah and that's where I don't want to go" Ghost girl muttered with her back on me. She was busy looking around my room.

"So you need to help me" She whirled with her black prom dress to face me.

"What's not easy to understand when I said I can't and won't help you?" I didn't hide how frustrated I was in my voice.

She pursed her lips in a thin line and studied my face. "Why won't you help me?" Her face flashed curiosity.

"Because I can't... and I won't. End of story" I muttered.

I have to stop talking to ghosts. If they want help, they need to find someone else who can see ghosts too. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who can see them.

Ghost Girl blinked at me before muttering, "Fine. I'll go now. Go to sleep"

"Thank you" I said sarcastically before I went back to bed and drifted myself to oblivion.

"Dean Sommers, how old are you? Really? Cutting classes?" My mom scolded me as I ate my breakfast.

"Where did you go this time?" She wiped her hands with a towelette and stood across the counter.

"This will be the last time you'll get a phone call from Coach informing you I flew off" I told her. "I promise, Mom"

"Tell me the truth, Honey." She looked concerned. "You're not doing drugs, are you?"

"Mom" I groaned. "Of course not. I just had to be somewhere else yesterday... and it will be the last time"

My mom raised an eyebrow at me in suspicion. "Honey"

"Mom, I won't do drugs. I have to go to college after next year, remember?" I expressed. Her face softened and she finally smiled at me.

"Okay. I trust you, Hon" She sighed before she kissed my cheeks and went upstairs to dress for work.

"Hey there" Ghost girl suddenly appeared in the field of my vision. She walked, nay, floated in the air and stood across the counter, facing me. I ignored her as I finished my breakfast.

"Seriously? First, you won't help me. Now, you're officially ignoring me?" She leaned her elbow on the counter and rested her chin on her hand.

I noticed her eyes were the same shade with her rich chocolate brown hair. This ghost sure is a looker. Checking a girl ghost out? Sick.

Silence.

"Fine" She frowned at me as she stood from leaning on the counter. "I got it. You can't and don't want to help me, a stranger who happens to be a ghost. Okay."

She sighed heavily as I just stared at her. "Thanks anyway. I'll leave you alone now"

Come on now, Dean. Let it go. You're not talking to ghosts again remember?

I shook my head to clear my mind. Maybe, helping a ghost for the last time won't hurt.

I turned my back to speak to the Ghost Girl but she was nowhere to be seen. She left. The Ghost Girl was gone.

"So what? You walked out on me in the cafeteria and you expect me to still talk to you, man? Cameron furrowed his brows as we were running on the tracks to warm up before the basketball practice.

"What's up with you these days, man? What's going on? He asked.

"Nothing important" I responded.

"Huh" He breathed. "You walked out like you've just seen a ghost coming for you"

"That's exactly what happened" I whispered to myself.

"What?" Cam halted and looked at me.

"I said, exactly. I know what happened and sorry. There. What else? Do you want me to hug you like girls do or something? I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Shut up" He roughly slapped me on the back with a grin on his face. He advanced forward leaving me two long strides behind.

"Not so fast, Harries" I ran after and caught up with him. We ran until Coach O'Donnell called us for practice.

After we practiced, I showered and walked on my way home. It was already dark and the stars glittered the night sky. I can also hear the sound crickets made.

As I was about to pass in a playground, I saw a familiar silhouette sitting on the swing.

Dean, walk straight home. Walk straight hㅡ Dang it!

I fought the urge to walk towards her but I failed. I found myself standing beside the swing. She looked up at me and tears were running down her face. I just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Who would have thought ghosts can still cry and tear up? I never thought it's possible. Well, this is my first time seeing a ghost cry so this is new to me.

Ghost girl wiped her tearstained face with her hands and... ignored me? I dropped my bag on the sand and sat on the other swing.

"Hey" I greeted. "Why are you crying?"

Silence.

The sound of the chains colliding with the metal was for the both of us to hear.

"Now you're the one ignoring me?" I teased.

"Go away. Leave me alone" Her voice was thick from crying. "Maybe the ghost under the bridge is right. I'll just turn into smoke soon" She sniffed.

I stared at nothing in particular in the dark before looking at her. "That's the reason why you're crying?"

She weakly nodded. God, I can take a punch in the gut or an elbow on the ribs but seeing girls cry? I don't want to see girls cry even if they are ghosts.

"No, you won't turn into smoke" My voice was so sure. "I'm going to do what you need to do before your time runs out"

Her face brightened a little. "Really? You're going to do that?"

I nodded in response.

"So tell me, what happened to you? How did you die? And what's the last thing you need to do so you can have your eternal peace?" I enquired.

She looked at me like I spoke another language from the outher space and she didn't understand.

"Um..." She looked confused. "I don't remember much about myself"

"I don't understand" I expressed, getting confused just as much.

She looked at me straight in eyes and told me, "I don't know who I am, Dean"