Invisible, Eternal, Unforgettable (Unedited)

Chapter 3

~Beth~

  Six months ago...

  Should I tell him? It might be a good way to start the school year.

  I'm a sophomore now, I should be able to confess. But who confesses now a days? No one goes up to a person and says "I've liked you since the 7th grade." in person!

  Usually people just ask each other out, but Chris is my best friend. I can't just ask him on a date like that! What if he rejects me? Our friendship will evaporate into thin air. Then it'll be awkward when Em and Aiden want to hang out with all of us... together.

  Crap, I hate these stupid feelings.

  As I ponder on whether or not to confess, the sound of a door slamming shut rings throughout the house.

  I take a peek out of my room, and see my mom trudging her way through the halls. She stomps into her room and doesn't even bother closing the door.

~Present Time~

  What was that?

  I open my eyes, greeted by the basement's dull ceiling. I'm lying down on the cold floor, my palms facing down.

  What time is it? Did the dismissal bell ring yet?

  I sit up, using my hands to push me upright. I look around, noticing a black cat in the corner of the room. It had yellow eyes with a tint of green mixed in. It's ears are perked up as it looks straight through me.

  I slowly stand up, keeping my eye on it. I walk towards it, trying not the make a sound. Crouching down, I wave my hand in front of its face. I hold my breath and hope for a reaction.

  Nothing happens. It doesn't run away or even flinch. It still can't see me, even if it feels my presence.

  I sigh and stand back up. My leg brushed against the cat in the process, causing it to suddenly jump away.  I turn around and start dragging myself to the door, when I finally process what just happened.

  The cat was able to feel my leg, and didn't walk straight through it.

  To make sure I'm not just delusional, I sprint to the room at the end of the hall. One thing I forgot to mention before is that Evergreen High's basement wasn't built like a normal school's understructure. It's one long hallway with various rooms. Only one of the rooms still have a working light, and it's the one at the very back, deepest into the basement. There's no door, and the inside looks centuries old.

  It's where I died.

  When I get there, I slightly flinch at the sight of the still looped rope. I hesitantly start walking towards it, reaching my right hand out to touch it.

  If I'm correct, then I should be able to hold the rope. If not, then my hand will just go straight through it like normal.

  My fingers are three inches away, itching to be able to feel the rough surface of the hanging cord. Two inches away, and my breath hitches in my throat. I stop one inch away, my hand slightly shaking.

  What do I have to lose? I close my eyes and grab the rope. I just hold it for a few seconds, making sure it wasn't a cruel illusion. Opening one eye, I see that I am indeed holding the rope. I open both of my eyes and smile, letting go.

  I can finally touch things instead of just going through them. Creatures can feel me instead of just a wind.

  In the mist of my miniature celebration of my discovery, the creaking of wood can be heard.