I sat besides my lifeless body hanging from the pole, waiting for somebody to find me. Still trying to comprehend why I'm "alive" as a ghost. I hoped my little sister didn't find me, hopefully my dad did. I think he could handle it better then anybody.
"Elizabeth!! Baby, Come down here! I got a call from the school." My mothers warm voice shouts up the stairs, reminding me of how I missed last period so I was the only one home.
"Elizabeth?" She questions when I don't answer, or walk downstairs. I hear her footsteps walking up the stairs, she's gonna find me soon. I quickly stand, I didn't want her to find me. She'll be traumatized.
No mom. Turn around. I don't want you to see this. Please mommy. Turn around and go back downstairs.
I guess being dead means your prayers aren't sent because a few seconds after I pray for her to turn around, she opens my bedroom door. Her brown hair falls perfectly onto her shoulders, warm brown eyes always full of love looking down through her glasses that are perched on her nose and her eyebrows creased as she reads something on her phone. She hasn't looked up yet.
"Why does it say you missed last per-" She finally looked up. Her warm brown eyes once full with all the love and warmth a person could ever need are now staring in shock at my lifeless body. I watch as she rushes over, tears streaming down her face as it dawns on her that I am dead.
"Baby, wake up. You're not dead. You're my baby girl. My daughter. You can't be dead" She keeps shouting at me. Denial. She doesn't want to believe I'm dead. She shouts for my dad. He comes running. Both of them are now shouting at my dead body, tears pouring down both of their faces.
"Mommy? Daddy? Why's Ellie hanging there? Can't she come down?" My baby sister asks from the doorway. She's 5, I knew she wouldn't get what's happening. I watch as my mothers heart breaks as she reaches out for Laura, who's not comprehending why everybody is crying while her big sister who played barbies with her isn't moving.
Eventually, everybody vacated my room, my body was taken down and it was sent to the morgue. I'm still standing in the same place I was when I heard my mothers footsteps bounding up the stairs. The image of my parents heart broken faces and shocked eyes are imprinted into my mind, it's all that's swimming through my head right now.
They were always so caught up in work and Laura that they never really noticed me. I didn't think they cared about me anymore. I didn't think they would notice I was gone. Holy hell was I wrong.
I wish I could get a warm and loving hug from my mommy (she used to give them all the time when we were kids and would get a booboo) while she whispers to me that it'll all be okay.
I miss the love from my parents.
