The Ghost and the Girl

Nothing to see

M O A N (Moe-ahn)

I was in my chamber floating above the ground in a lying down position. I looked up at the glass ceiling which painted the image of the beautiful night sky. I then remembered how I used to feel something when I looked at things like this. Now it's just a pair of eyes staring in a space. My chamber is where I am kept when I am not going around doing other things. It's literally the only place I belong. I am the only one of my family who knows that I am alive and like this. I basically live in the graveyard where of course other ghosts live. So then there has to be someone to control all of us free spirits right? 

In the graveyard, there lies our grim reaper, Haden. Haden has inherited the role of the grim when his father, Shrel, the former grim, had finally came to his end and withered away.  So everyone here has their own grave of course and is considered my new family, but also with ghosts, everyone is to go when it's their time. We aren't so immortal either.

After I lay there for a few minutes, I get up and go out to my old home. I figured I'd see how my parents were doing since I was gone.  I went up to the window to my little sister's room and there I saw how much she's grown. Amily was only five years old when I passed. She was on her bed with her phone and was crying.

"Moan, I wish you were here. You'd understand me." I hear her say. I pitied Amily at the moment. Our parents only cared about work and making sure we had what we needed and nothing more. It seemed they didn't dare bother to have spent time with us. Then when they lost me, I hoped they'd understand the meaning of precious time. With the thought of that, I scoffed. I then heard a noise coming from somewhere. I followed the noise to some house across the street from my old house. A window was open, so I step inside.

C O R Y

"I HATE YOU!" I yell out of anger as I tried to flip everything in my room. I had hated my brother for being so selfish! Tonight, he had chosen his beer, weed, and drunken friends over me! I felt so thrown away. It had to be this way because our parents had got killed in a plane crash when they were visiting our grandparents in Cuba. For months on end, we would sit at our aunt's house wondering when they'd get back. But one fateful day, Parker and I thought our wait had ended for the better, but it ended for the worst. One morning, we were watching tv and eating cereal, hoping that was the day they'd get back. But then the news stated that on the day our parents were supposed to be traveling to Cuba, a plane crashed in the ocean before reaching its destination. There were no survivors. That's when  I remember me bursting out in tears in my aunt and brother's arms and just praying to God. But over time, I had to accept the fact that they were gone and there was nothing we could do to stop it. But Parker couldn't take it so well. Ever since then, he has been convicted of possession of various drugs and charges. But always saved by the bell because of other relatives' life savings. The only reason Parker is not in jail now is because we still live in the house and I am only 16. It'd be nice if I had a guardian still around.

After my tantrum. I sob in a pillow next to me and imagine it as my mother. Then I hear a noise in the living room. I take my chair and creep into the living room. I look all around in every nook and cranny. I see nothing. I sigh in relief before heading back to my room. I get to my doorway when I trip onto something. It felt like a person, but I saw nothing there.

"I am so sorry!" I hear someone say. I turn around quickly and back up abd bump into someone else. I turn around to the thing and I see what looks to be a faded out body of a boy.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!😜🖐