Ghostly Colors

1. -Hear me

It is what it always is, me by myself. But this time is different, this time all I see is black and white.

I walk along the street begging for someone to hear me.

"HEY! HEY! Can you hear me? It's me May.. May Willow!"

This is where I start realizing that I am not and 'I' anymore. I am not alive. I tried to remember what happened why is everything dark as if I was- I was cut off by me running into someone.

"Hey! Watch wher- YOU CAN SEE ME?! YOU CAN FEEL ME?!" I yell out.

"Of course I can see you. Your dead. I can see all the dead, especially you," the strange figure tells me.

"What do you mean especially me?" I ask.

"May, now is not the time. All I can tell you is that you are special. You were sent here as a ghost for a reason. And it is up to you to fix what mankind has broken for centuries. May, It is up to you to find your colors, because not every ghost does. Fulfill your life's goals. Red is anger, blue is sadness and purple is want. That is all I can tell you. Now, I will send you back. Figure the rest out by yourself."

-I black out-

When I awaken, I am in my normal bed in my normal house.

"It was just a dream," I tell myself.

I walk out into the living room and sit their thinking about the events that occurred in my dreams. It all seemed so surreal.

~*~

I walk into the building of despair. Also known as high school. I keep my head down and walk straight to my locker. As I put my bag into my locker I see my best friend Lilly..

"Lilly! Hey! How was your weekend?"

She continues to walk past me not before stopping at my locker and looking at it with sad eyes.

"Ok.. This is not what I expected, was I in a fight with Lilly? Not that I can remember.. Though we just talked last night.. Oh my! Did she remember that I still owe her books back?" I say to myself.

I watch as a lonely tear falls from her cheek.

"Why are you crying...? Lilly!" I desperately yell out.

Something clicks.

I fall to the ground in understanding.

I am dead. Their is nothing left of me. Nothing.

I remember what the figure said. I was special.

~*~

I know I had an argument with my mom the day before, she had told me that my attitude and language needed to be watched, and as much as I wanted to disagree I had to agree. We had gotten into an argument about out clothing differences the day before that. Our relationship isn't steady.

I know one thing.. I need to figure this out.

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