That ghost girl

Chapter 9 ( Thomas's pov )

~ Earlier that day~

After Miles had left he had told me not to see her again. I was still in shock. I had spoken to a dead person! It's surprising to see a dead person that beautiful, but more surprising that someone was alive that beautiful. It's scary but intriguing; strange but real. I wanted to see her again! No matter what I had to. I didn't care about what Mile's said. If I see her again, maybe I can understand more. Without thinking, I was already walking to put on a coat and head out to the place I had once met her.

As soon as I was out the door the chilly air hit me and I quickly wrapped a scarf around my neck and put my hands in my pockets. I had a quick pace as I headed down the quiet road.

I kept walking focusing more on my thoughts rather than my surroundings. Fortunately, there were no cars out and driving much down my street so I should be safe for now. I managed to get to the mountain in no time, but the large climb was to come and I had to start focusing on the climb so that I wouldn't lose balance and fall.

The hike was harder than usually since the soil was harder and more slippery as it was getting into the winter. I almost tripped over a tree root which I didn't notice but I was able to balance myself to keep me up. It only took half an hour to climb up to the top, but, like always, it was worth it.

As soon as I got onto the balcony, I saw her trip over the railing. A moment later, all I knew was that I had pulled her back by her arm onto the safety of the balcony. "H-hi!" I stuttered out and giving her a small wave. I almost slapping myself from my awkward hello. She opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out. I was confused until she put he fingers to her throat with a shocked and saddened expression. "You can't speak?" I asked more confidently this time whilst pointing to her hand. She nodded before letting out a cute sigh. I thought for a second and then lifted my finger up with an idea. I went through my bag and felt her presence as she looked over my shoulder. I pulled out a pen and quickly got up almost making her fall again. I handed her a pen and said, "here, you can use this to talk to me." I gave her a smile before quickly also pulling out my sketch book. Usually I would never give it to someone but something made me want to trust her. I handed it to her and started asking some questions out of my curiosity.