“Ashes, Ashes we all fall down,” I sang to myself.
I had been waiting for him to wake up. I grew dissatisfied with calling him “him”, so I named him as he was knocked out. I had decided on Mark… Maybe if I had someone in my “life” with a holy name it would be less difficult for me to cross over. I looked at Mark and placed my wish-washy hand on his heart. At that second his eyes sprang open. I could tell he was attempting to hold in a scream.
“If you want to leave then leave, just don’t pass out again,” I said pulling myself off of the ground.
“No… I can’t leave after seeing you… I think we’ve seen each other before.”
“Probably not, although I feel the same vibe. I’m a ghost, I’ve been dead since I was seventeen. I would be twenty one now…”
“I’m seventeen…”
“Well… People are going to think you are eccentric if you are talking to yourself. Let’s go somewhere else,” I said taking his hand.
We sauntered over to little white bench, nobody ever came over here. Not just because most teenagers were getting high or having sex, but because this is where my body was left after I died. We both sat down on the padded bench.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Mark.”
I felt breathe get caught in a my throat as if it was Venus fly trap. How did I name him correctly? This frightened me, but it also did not. He could not hurt me, that is unless he was to bring me back to life, and that is possible. I have been dreaming of a benign powerful undaunted human to bring me back. To let me live what I was not able to live; my life.
“Mark… When you were passed out I named you that because I got exasperated with calling you “him…”
“… I did the same, I did not want to call you her, ghost, or poltergeist.”
“What did you name me?” I said with curiosity in my voice.
“Annabel.”
I gulped, that was my name. I laid my head down on Mark’s lap, when I did this he rubbed my back tenderly. He saw how this emotionally impacted me. I rolled on my back so that our eyes met. I closed mine and got lost in a moment between a broken immortal and a normal mortal
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What You Thought You Knew About The Afterlife
Short StoryIsabella had a tragic death due to the man that kidnapped her. Her soul now lingers around the cemetery in the town she died in. When a human can see and communicate with her, and their connection is oh so deep, will she finally find what she needs...
