Ferrous

                                                                                  Prologue

     I walked in the sun, waiting for the next thing to happen. The dark streets simmer as cars, trucks, and vans zoom in continuing motion. Tall towering buildings rise over my head. Men and women walk in every direction possible on the side walks. I was walking, thinking about what I want to do today.

      My name is Ferrous, but many people know that... my best bud Jeff, the beautiful Kim, the heartless and mindless Kevin (who does drugs and drinks for a living), and much more. But they don't know what I look like, sound like, or even smell like... they just feel my presence and walk through me. I don't even know what I look like, I am invisible after all. I am literally invisible, no joking. Some might say that they feel a chill running down their spine when I "pass through" them. I'm not a ghost, or an un-dead zombie who's risen from the grave. I am a spirit who has lost his body. I am a soul. Those who feel me passing through feel my body "bumping" into theirs.

      I died five years ago, and the last thing I knew was my age when my body was taken. I was sixteen years old. That's all I remember about my life. So, how exactly do the people I know, talk to me? Easy, I read their minds. They think, I listen. It's too complicating for living beings to understand. Hell, even for me, when I lost my spirit, it was hard to understand...

        I floated through another body, seeing what he is seeing, listening to what his mind is thinking. His mind is suggesting talking to his wife about date night, not that it's none of my business, but the human mind interests me. I walk away from him, and go to a child playing on a side walk infront of a house. She is thinking about asking her mother if she can have a few friends over so she won't be so lonely. I walked away from her and continue roaming around the loud city.

      I think I've fallen in love once or twice before I was taken, but I was way too young to conceive children, or not any that I knew of. I don't even remember anymore. I knew I had a car, I knew... because I know for a fact that, that bury car was the last thing I was ever given before I was gone. I now have to live as emptiness for who knows what for, I don't feel pain, sadness, desire, or any other feeling besides complete despair.

       My feelings are multiplied by one trillion on feelings scale compared to humans, but it has to be due to something extreme to cause the certain feeling. As reality unfolds in this unfortunate tale, I will reveal what recoveries my memories have been feeding me. I am slowly regaining my memories, one at a time.

      I can regain my memories, I've discovered through many months of helpless research in the spirit, and mainly what they're about. I will regain my memories throughout time and eventually discover the reason behind my disappearance. And, as I've read out of a spiritual research book, when the day comes when I can go to where my body was, I will be able to return to it.

       Yes, I've thought, what if my body is gone. If my body were gone, I wouldn't be existing as a spirit. I mean, who would be existing when their body is no longer existing as an object. There are hundreds of possibilities. My body could've been buried, it could've been stored in a cold area, for all we know it could've been sent all the way to Japan. So that is why I want to look in to my past experience, to find what I've lost.

       I will reveal the truth behind my life, even how death felt like. I will eventually find out, it's a step by step process. Doing this required actual motivation and hard work, and a hell of alot of thinking. As I pass through these people, I see what they see. I see what they remember, or at least some of what they remember. And when I see their feelings, like joy during Christmas, I feel actual warmth. I start to see my own experiences in tiny glimpses.