I See You

Scentmark

I will admit that when she first started stalking towards me that I had the urge to run away from her "cat that got the canary" manic grin.

Her dark red hair almost trailed behind her at the speed she was moving.

And I'll also admit that I completely thought she was going to kiss me as she leaned in so close to me, but when her eyes changed again from the breathtaking green to that equally breathtaking yellow color again, I found I was wrong.

Instead, she practically burrows her face into my neck, breathing deep, holding it for a while before letting it out. She does it at least three times before I realize that while I should be uncomfortable, I'm actually enjoying it.

Why am I enjoying this hot girl's face in my neck? (Actually, that's a no brainer.) What I should be asking is 'Why am I relaxing into it?'

It feels nice, though. My skin radiates warmth from where she's leaning in to me. Where her face touches my neck.

Where her face touches my neck.

My eyes fly open, my heart picking up speed again.

We're touching!

I can feel her! I can feel her!

She's not going through me!

I knew I missed actual skin to skin contact, but not really how much until I actually am touching someone.

I want to make sure this isn't a fluke.

I suddenly lift my arms, and quickly close them, expecting for them to go through her, and smack into my own chest.

Instead they wrap around her living body, yanking her into me due to the momentum for the force I put into my experiment.

She makes this weird whimpering noise like she's hurt, and rubs face deeper, if possible. Immediately I let go, almost scream the words "I'm sorry!"

For some reason a feeling of very deep empathy is connected to Mystic now. If she hurts, I hurt?

I know it sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

"No, no, hold me!" She begs, "Please hold me!"

Mystic Quincy is begging, and she's begging me, and that should amaze me (and it does), but I'm more focused on the fact that I hugged her. I felt her. I can feel her. I can actually feel something that's alive.

I'm so confused that I start to cry, tears falling fast.

She jumps back, grabbing my face between her soft hands. "No, no, mate, no. What is it? Did I hurt you?"

I bawl like I did the first time I realized I was truly dead, looking at the sad and forgotten memorial the school gave me.

"Noooooo!" I cry into my hands, and her arms immediately go back around me as she sit on my lap, running her hand though my hair. (It feels nice, but isn't enough to calm me down.)

"What is it? Tell me, please!"

Again, she's begging, and in a voice I've never heard from her, and for whatever reason I am compelled to say what I'm feeling.

"I h-h-have no idea what's going on! I'm dead for heaven's sake! Why can you see me? I'm alone! I haven't spoken to anyone in years! My family hasn't seen me since that stupid, stupid 'freshman prank' thing two years ago! Where I died! Why can you touch me when no one else can? If I ever find who organized that prank I'm going to haunt them until they die! I-"

"Wait," a male voice slowly speaks up, "You're that kid that accidentally fell off the library roof, aren't you?"

I look past Mystic Quincy to see Greenlin Neunfar with a devious look on his face.

I hate Greenlin Neunfar. He's been eyeing Mystic for almost a year now, and she just finds his advancements as a joke. He plays it off as so, but I can tell he's not really joking, and gets pissed when she does.

I can't tell you how many times I've accidentally walked in on him doing things that he shouldn't be doing at school. I always leave and feel disgusted and dirty just for knowing. Its times like those I'd wish I could feel water and could take a shower. Just gross.

He's a player, and he wants Mystic as a notch on his belt.

"Hey, Mystic," he fails at trying to sound innocent, "Three Freshie pranks ago, right? Isn't that the year you came up with that brilliant idea that the freshies had to climb to the highest point of the school's roof as part of that scavenger hunt thing that your brother came up with?"

My heart, which still beats by the way when I think about it, stops.

Mystic stops petting my hair, frozen for a moment before looking horrified at me.

She can up with the stupid task that killed me? "It was you?"

She vigorously shakes her head, "No, baby, look at me, look at me! I, it wasn't-"

I push her away a little. "Was it you?" My voice comes out small and broken.

"I didn't think it would be that dangerous! A few people had done it before, I thought it would be okay!" She try to grab my face again and I try not to melt into her, so I shove her clear off my lap.

My only ever crush (who, yes, I've basically stalked whenever she was in range of the school and I wasn't in class), is the one who created the idea of my demise. Maybe she didn't know or think it would harm anyone, but here I am, dead as a result.

Accidentally or on purpose, I'm still dead.

"I guess you're haunting Mystic for the rest of her life then?" Snickers Greenlin Neunfar, the asshole.

Starr rounds on him, solidly punching him in the face with enough force that has him toppling into his two cronies, Jaylin and Davide.

"Can it, you asshat! Just wait until Mom hears about this, you fucktard!" She growls at him, and it's too real sounding.

Really freaked out, I become what I can only describe as less there, less corporal, and I'm able to float again, noticeably. Mystic panics, and when her hands go through me she shrieks.

It's all too much. I've got too many questions and almost no answers. This can't be real! I must be delirious.

I think I'm going crazy.

Great, not only am I dead, but I'm also crazy.

I have to get out of here.

With a single look at Mystic's broken look, I run, not being able to deal.

I quickly run- float out the door, leaving them all there in the darkening class room, to hide up on the place I "sleep" the most.