Chapter 2

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Days went by, and still he was a no show. I knew it. He isn't real. I'm just that desperate: I made up a person to talk to. I'm demented, I've lost it. I'm going to have to go somewhere new. I stood up and started walking. I turned around to look upon my bench one last time, and vanished to find a new place to spend after-life......

I walked for days on end finally reaching an ocean. I stared at the crashing waves and thought back to that city I came from; the people, the bench, the boy...... I fell to my knees and wept for the first time as a dead person. I fell further into my back and when my head hit the sandy beach, it went black.

I woke, but everything was blurry. I looked up and saw a women. She asked, "are you ready to go? Seat belt buckled?" Without any control I laughed and said,"yes mom.." She looked ahead of her which seemed to be a road. We sat a few seconds of silence. Then she leaned over and looked into my eyes and said, "Deejay..." And I replied with a, "yes mom?" She continued to look at me and said, don't you ever leave me....before I leave anyway." I laughed a bit and the next thing was a loud smash. We had stopped moving it flew through the glass and everything was slow. I hit the ground, hard. I heard the screaming of "Mom'' and glass falling to the road. ''Mom" screamed "DEEJAY...." and a sharp pain shot through me. I woke up screaming and back in the sand and in front of the constant ocean waves. I have to go back to where I came from...

I returned to the city, and I actually realized that I missed it, and decided I was stuck there for a while. I found my bench and to my surprise... No one was sitting there. I sat in normal position- on the left with my legs crossed and slouching- and waited to see what happened next. Still, I could feel the dull pain of the dream I had. Who is Deejay? And is it a sign of my past? I let my mind fester at the idea of who and what I saw. Days passed and I sat, thinking and not paying any attention to the world around me. A young man sat at the bench, it was around midnight. He seemed familiar, then his voice have him away. "What are you doing out here, alone in the middle of the night?" He paused, "You could be killed, or worse." I sat thinking that it was my imagination still getting the best of me. I looked at him and touched his face. He was a real man, not my mind. He looked puzzled, and looked at me closer. I spoke softly," No human can see me, only a few animals can." He began "what do yo-" "Absolutely no one has ever seen me" I cut him off ubruptly. "Let alone, talk to me.." He looked almost like he was losing his mind. "You need to come with me, it's dark, and cold..." He reached out and touched my hand, " it's not safe for a young lady like you to be out here alone. Your hands are freezing. Here take my jacket, it's starting to snow." He took off his down coat and rapped it around me. For the first time ever, I was warm; not by the coat, but by feeling a live person's hand touch mine.

We walked down a long road. Drifts if snow started to form and the simple snow turned into an instant blizzard. Walking in the dark while a white-out snow is blowing is difficult. I struggled to take a step forward and eventually collapsed into the deep snow. The man turned around and picked me up and held me as he walked. He was cold, he have up his jacket for me, and now he will freeze to death. The snow let up for a few minutes and in that time, we made it to our destination. He had brought me to his apartment, it wasn't much, but it was better than the snow. he set me down on the couch and said, "I'm going to sleep in here, and, when you want, you can sleep in there on the bed." I stood up and walked into the room at which he pointed and inside sat a small bed and lamp. I laid down and covered up. I laid awake for a while to think about my day. The dream I had a few days ago, that was me..... I'm deejay. And I must be a girl, for that's what he said. I didn't even know his name! As I continued to ponder about my so-far after life, I drifted to sleep; which I hadn't done for about a year now.

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