Rosea Saints

Chapter 2

Jayden POV

I ended the Skype call.

I rubbed my eyes and relaxed back into my chair. I really didn't want to get Ethan involved in what my family was involved in, because once he did, his life would never be the same.

I wanted the best for him, it was my burden to bear. If I wasn't strong enough to face my own problems I'd rather have doomed myself than doomed him with me.

Anyways, my name's Jayden White. Back when I was fourteen, I lived in a large house with my mom and dad. My parents were always out working, so I was usually home alone unless I had a tutor over teaching me. I used to go to regular schools, but that all fell apart before I could get out of the third grade.

I wasn't like the other kids. I could see the dead, and the dead were drawn to me. So back when I was nine, I had an incident in school where I got suspended due to running out of class for 'no apparent reason' when really the teacher's dead family was trying to talk to me.

When my parents realized I could see ghosts, they pulled me out of school and hired private tutors to teach me at our house. Most people say that young kids have a knack for seeing ghosts and that as they get older the talent fades.

I never stopped seeing ghosts though.

I had one good friend though, my cousin actually, Ethan White. He lived in New Zealand while I, myself, lived in the United States. We'd been talking online pretty much ever since I'd been able to use a computer.

My room was fairly large and I had about enough room to live comfortably. I liked to look out the window and think when I was bored, it helped me to relax. Pretty much every time my dad was home, he'd take me down in the basement and train me to fight. I wasn't that bad either. We had a rocky relationship, he was always pushing me to improve and be better.

Our basement was practically a gymnasium. Definitely much bigger than an average basement. Fighting was pretty much the only way we'd get to express ourselves towards each other since my dad wasn't home much. What we couldn't say in words in the short time we were together, we said with our fists.

Then when he left, he told me to train on my own. I did, because when he came back he would kick the crap out of me when we were training if I hadn't been practicing. It took my top effort just to keep up with him.

I looked outside my window once again, it looked pretty nice out there. I thought to myself for a bit and decided to go for a walk. I went to my closet and pulled out a purple and black hoodie. It went decently with my red t-shirt and jeans. I also slipped on a pair of faded yellow sneakers.

It was pretty late, maybe seven o'clock. I was home alone, so I didn't really have to ask for permission to leave or anything.

I went out of my room, through the hallway, and headed down the stairs.

As I was walking down, I began to think of what it'd be like to go out. I didn't go out much. It was just too annoying. I'd see so many spirits that'd try to talk to me... Every once in awhile I talked back to them, but I usually ignored them. It was better that way.

I stepped into the main room of our house. It was more like a lobby with how big our house was. My parents were always working, but they made lots of money out on their jobs. It was money for the price of time, and sometimes blood.

I approached the main door of our house and walked out. I didn't bother to lock the door behind me, I'd probably only be gone for a few minutes anyways.

As I walked out into the street, I smelled the inviting scent of Fall leaves. It was fairly cool out, but it was nice in its own way. It was almost dark out, and the streetlights were just beginning to turn on.