Barry crept out the back door as quietly as possible, while trying not to wake his dad. Nothing could stop the pain from rushing away from Barry's bruised up face. Living right next to the woods, Barry walked along the path of where his special place remained where she would be. Barry's special place rested due east of the woods, it was an abandoned open field of grass that went on for what appeared to be miles before being blocked off by the trees.
"Two more feet" Barry thought to himself.
Ghost girl, as Barry had nicknamed her to his friends. Time after time, Barry had asked her for her name, but she refused to say it. Murky brown hair, with a face full of freckles, ghost girl had struck Barry as being the type who never got out much because of her pale skin. Barry walked along the path until the last of the moonlight shun upon his special place.
Barry stopped before he could begin walking through the field. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to forget the rest of the world. Self-destruction was nevertheless what had brought him back.
He scanned the field hopping to spot her, but the field remained empty. Departing from the woods, and into the field left Barry feeling lonelier than he had ever felt that day. He stopped a few feet into the field and laid down staring up at the moon. In the near distance, Barry heard a branch crack.
Barry sat up and glanced over to see ghost girl standing at the base of the woods staring at him. The moment both of their eyes locked Barry smiled at her and she smiled back. Barry didn't know what to say to her without coming across as being tortured from his sorrow from that day.
"Hey" he said as waved to her.
