Fly ∆way Girl

|PROLOGUE|

|L∆ST HOPE|

I think I was 18 years old when it happened, although I'm still not exactly sure what "it" was.

I was on the verge of graduation; I was almost a real adult preparing for my life ahead.

I lived my life to the fullest; I know because I can see my family. I can see my old high school and the people that go there. I can even lay in my old bed and look up at the stars on the ceiling, though when I get up, it's as if I were never there at all. The room and the people alike are unaffected by my presence. No one can see me. People look right through me. That's possibly the feeling that hurts the most; the feeling of not being a person. I'm isolated from the rest of the world. This is my reality now.

When you realize something like that, it's like a slap in the face, or a punch in the gut. I will never meet another person as the Harley I once was.

I'm alone.

It didn't used to be like that. I used to have friends and I went to parties. I think I was cool, popular even. Maybe I was the prom queen? I don't know, I can hardly remember anything, but I do remember wearing a beautiful, flowing dress to prom; red I think. I remember people cheering and clapping for me, so I must have won prom queen after all.

Oh yeah, my boyfriend was handsome too. I remember him pretty well, except for his name, it escapes me at the moment. The way he looked at me with a bright smile on his face... I can tell that he loved me. He used to pick me up in his Jeep, perhaps to take me to a romantic dinner, or maybe to see a movie. I think I miss him.

My parents were the best. They were loving and kind. My mother loved to sing and I can remember her singing to me when I was a child. One memory about her is more prominent than the others; one where she was shampooing my hair in the tub, while singing me a sweet song. I was maybe five years old at the time.

My dad loved baseball and he carried his bat with him often. It was wooden and worn, perhaps from his own childhood, but I know he still used it often. Did I play? I don't remember, nor do I remember having any hobbies; surely I did.

Oh, how my parents must miss me. They must wonder where I am. Surely they are searching for me? Is there anything left to find? Perhaps I'm already in the ground..

One thing's for sure, something happened; something bad. I'm not normal. I don't think I'm real anymore; not in the living world anyway... I'm dead now, gone, I came to that conclusion recently, but something still bothers me... What happened to me? Why can't I remember my human life clearly? And most importantly, will my time here run out as quickly as it did on Earth?