The warm air swirled around me, it felt nice, comforting. Almost like I was alive again. I would do anything just to become human; to become alive again, to have flesh that covered veins of rushing blood, instead of my still, lifeless veins. But that wasn't possible. You can't become undead, that is impossible.
The waves of water rose and fell, and the tide started to lower, to go down. Just like the vanishing sun that grew more red, pink, and orange by the minute. Soon it would become replaced by the dull blues, purples, and greys that make up the night sky. I dug my toes into the sand, not that I felt the tiny grains between my toes or the heat that probably still sizzled upon the beaches surface.
I bit my lower lip and smiled as I watched a tiny little crab scoot its way to the water.
You see so much more when you die and come back as a spirit, believe it or not. When you are alive, you don't really take in the texture of a tree or the skies color, or the way buildings can look like an architectural masterpiece. You're too busy being distracted by texting, who slept with who, and clothes, etc. you don't have any of that to look forward to when your dead. All you can do is wander around, and try to find new things to do.
Gradually, I got up and started my way back to the parking lot so I could get out of the park, but as I walk walking, I felt a slam, and I was falling.
Normally, this wouldn't have scared me, I'm dead. Nothing can touch me. Nothing should be able to touch me.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Or make you fall. Are you alright?" A male voice asked. It was odd though. I didn't feel anything. Ghosts can't feel. So if this was another ghost, why were they asking if I was okay? I turned around and looked up to see a handsome guy, around my age. My age. Caramel brown fringe fell into his blue eyes, which sparkles like gemstones in the setting sun, skateboard in hand. He was a ghost too.
I've seen other ghosts around, but I've never been spoken to, let alone knocked to the ground. It took a moment, but I managed to nod, staring at the boy. His attractiveness was equal to that of a siren, alluring and dangerous. The blue hue that surrounded him, and showed that he was a ghost only added to the effect.
"You're a... You're a ghost too." I stated the obvious, and he nodded, smiling, he looked.... happy? How could you be happy when you're dead? All the other ghosts I've seen were sad, gloomy. But he looked lively. I never thought I'd speak to a ghost anyways, but here I was, this devilishly handsome ghost boy conversing with me.
"Yeah! My name is Samuel, I go by Sam though. What about you?" His voice dragged my thoughts away and brought me back to reality, his voice was smoother than a newly polished granite counter and sweeter than eating a whole tablespoon of sugar.
"Jade- uh- Jade Hawthorne." I forced myself to speak. My voice was unused for weeks, since I had no reason to speak. I'd pushed a strand of red hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear. Smiling once again, he held out his hand, which I took, and he pulled me to stand up.
"Nice name, Jade," he chuckled, my name rolling off his tongue like a cliché high school movie. His laugh was almost perfect though, and contagious enough to make a smile spread across my dull face. The brunette bit his lip and looked around. "So, what brings you out here?" He asked, and I shrugged, not sure what to say. My attention shifted to the crab, still crawling around.
"Ah," he began, my head snapping up to see that he had a small smile adorning his face. "Shy, just how I like them." He joked, and if I was alive, I surely would have felt blood rush to my face. Instead, I felt nothing except a bit of embarrassment.
"I was out for a walk." I replied, smiling slightly. Sam sat his skateboard on the sand, sitting next to it. He patted the spot across from the piece of wood, and I sat on the opposite side of him, running my fingers through the sand. Every time I do that, I except to feel the warm particles. But I never do.
"That seems nice." He paused, As he looked at his skateboard, then me. "You don't speak to many other people, er, ghosts. Do you?" Sam stated, almost matter-of-factly. Like he knew me. I simply nodded, proving his answer was indeed correct.
"Yeah, I've never actually spoken to someone since I, you know... died." I gave a small shrug, biting my lip. I rested my elbow on my thigh, and rested my freckles face in my palm, staring at the male in front of me. It had been so long since I'd actually spoken to someone, I thought I was going crazy.
"I know how you feel. When I first died, I wouldn't go anywhere, just hide," Sam smiled as he spoke, and I felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. It was weird, having that feeling. I felt emotions, but nothing physical. I didn't even feel him grab my hand. "I managed to meet this cool guys well, he forced me to talk to him. His name is Max, and now he's my best friend. He showed me the good in the world while you're dead. He's practically my brother." Sam spoke happily, his voice full of love, and I nodded. It was odd how happy he was.
"Anyways. You seem sad, and I want to get to know you. It's not every day you bump into someone as interesting as you." He looked around. "And it's not like the cops will notice us, out past curfew." He laughed, and folded his hands in his lap. I laughed as well.
"So... tell me about yourself, Jade."
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Ahhh chapter one is done ahah! So, uh. I ended up posting it the same day as the prologue, I just couldn't wait. Soooo.... enjoy!
-Madison
