The Time That Separates Us (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 2

I was so angry! Why couldn't anyone understand! They ruled my death as a suicide, the bumbling idiots. Yea, that's why I died. 
       I heard some voices coming from another room, and then a few thuds. Movers, I thought. I grinned evilly. I haunt room eleven on the first floor in this dumb place. Why? Because it means something to me. I was killed the eleventh of January, 1867. Since then, lots of things have changed.
        For one, New York has been mostly finished. Also, they've made beds so much more comfortable now. A lot has changed in just 150 years.

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I had watched the movers move everything into place hours ago, and nobody else had come in yet. I was so bored! Suddenly, I heard a thud and a grunt. A woman's voice spoke up, and a younger males voice, most likely a teenager, retorted back. The voices were muffled, and I started to move things around in the room I was in. I heard a thud and some footsteps coming near. I decided to play a trick on them.
        I bent over the bed and was about to grip the sheets, when a voice shouted,
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I whirled around, having not realized anybody entered. I was met with a young man who looked about my age--when I died, I mean. He had tousled, dark brown hair that went stunningly well with his grass green eyes. He wore a baggy sweatshirt, jeans, and black shoes that has the name 'reeboks' in white on the side. He was quite cute, I had to admit that. Though the fact that his jaw was dropped made him look like an idiot. Then, I remembered that I was a ghost; nobody was supposed to see me.
        "Y-You can see me?" I asked him. He looked confused for a moment, before saying,
"Yea, why wouldn't I be able to?" It was an innocent enough question, but it still brought tears to my eyes. I looked down, not wanting him to see me in such a vulnerable state, but I quickly looked up again as anger overtook my emotions.
"Because I'm dead," I angrily shot back at him. His jaw dropped again, his shoulders slumped forward, and he started swaying. This was before he fell to the ground, passed out.
        Confused, I just sat there and waited for him to wake up. He's the only one who can see me. He's the one I need. The one I need for my revenge.

Sorry all of these are so short, but I don't know if I should continue or not. I'm not really feeling it, but I'll wait (I'll wait, I'll wait, cause love is here and here to stay, so lay your head on me) for people to read this story and tell me if I should continue. If at least five people want it, then I'll continue. Please review my story and give me feedback and tell me where any errors are! Thanks!

-Ember_Dragon