Invisible

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Do you know what it feels like to be alone in a dark corner? To walk in halls, and feel like people just pass right through you. That you just don’t know where you’re going? That you scream at the top of your lungs, but no one even looks up. That you feel trapped. This may sound cliché, but I do. Not in the I-feel-so-trapped-in-my-mind-dramatic-kind of way, but I’m literally trapped. I’m literally a voice in the wind. I’m invisible. You can literally go straight through me. I died, you see.

I don’t know how.

I don’t know when.

I just did.

“Raquelle.” Gaby’s here. He’s my companion; his curled brown hair frames his blue eyes. He has a muscular build, but I know more than anyone that his touch is as gentle as holding a baby’s hand. He used to be my guardian angel; he says I can’t move on yet, that my soul is still lost. That’s why he still sticks around: to guide my path into the light. I’ve been wandering around as far as I can remember, he isn’t helping me very much.

“Gaby. I told you,” I rant, “We’ve been wandering around together for years now. You have to call me Kelly!”

“I don’t like nicknaming my assignments.” He coughs.

“But you’ve taken a liking in me calling you Gaby.” I cross my arms. Have I mentioned that we have been arguing about this nicknaming thing for a long time too?

His real name is Gabriel. No, not angel Gabriel archangel, just a regular Gabriel that was assigned to another regular baby girl.

“I suppose.” He stifles a smile. There we go.

“Then I demand you call me Kelly.” I cross my arms. He just smiles and flicks my nose.

“Ouch!”

He laughs this time. Somehow, annoying me is payback for all those times that he almost had a nervous breakdown. He couldn’t believe how reckless I was.

Sometimes, I wonder if it had been this much fun when I was alive. I must have died so suddenly to get detached from all of my memories. Then, looking at my laughing angel, I almost don’t mind that I can’t remember anything. Sometimes, I just wish we could stop time at the fun parts of our journey, like this one, right now. I wish time would stop, and we could just laugh at each other for hours. I look up at Gaby. Does he wonder too? How his past life was. If he was always this caring, or strict. Did he used to laugh like he is laughing now? A breeze passes through us, shifting the position of the leaves letting a few rays of sunlight in. His blue eyes gleam in it. I want to touch his face. But I know I can’t; I could never. So I snap out.

“Okay. Enough gagging. What’s up?”

“I was walking around in a graveyard this morning.”

“That’s a lovely hobby.” I bat my eyelashes.

“Shut it or I’m pushing you off that cliff.”

“I can float.”

“Isn’t your name Raquelle Alexandria Light?” I haven’t heard that in a long time. It is almost weird hearing my name. “I found it on one of the tombstones there.” He was so serious I actually thought he was joking. That’s it! My name. He found my name. I’m moving on!

He said that once a lost soul comes in contact with their body, everything comes back to them, and when that happens, they move on. This is for those who died suddenly that is. I have come across plenty of souls that were abandoned by their guardian angel. They find their own ways to communicate with people, most commonly known as haunting.