I felt the cold winter breeze flow through my light brown hair as i stared off into the distance. All to be seen were tall buildings and busy traffic. Hunter sat next to me, our legs dangling off the tall skyscraper.
"So, tell me about yourself." He told me, while staring at my dark green eyes. "Well.. My names Shay. I'm not much of a person that smiles. I live with my abusive dad and alchoholic mother, my only friend was my older brother, Trevor, who moved with his bitchy girlfriend and left me here, all alone with my parents." Hunter looked at me with pity. I hated when people gave me pity. I really don't need people feeling bad for me. "Look, Hunter, if you want to get to know me, just know I don't like to be given pity, I'm fine how I am, I don't need you to feel bad." I snapped at him. He looked a bit shock and confused as to what he had done. I sighed. "I'm sorry Hunter, i didn't mean it that way." He nodded,"It's fine, don't worry about it, I'm not a big fan of being given pity either." Thats when I noticed his accent. What? I was confused. How could he possibly have an accent, I mean, this IS Florida, that place on the planet where, its barely ever cold and hardly ever gets boys with accents.
"Now it's your turn to tell me about yourself." I changed the subject.
He looked at the ground. When he looked up I noticed tears streaming down his face. "Whats wrong?" I asked him.
"I wish I didn't do it.." He replied, sobbing. I moved closer to him. I hugged him tightly as he buried his face in my neck. "Do what, Hunter..?" I was a bit confused as to what he wished he didn't do. "Kill myself." He mumbled, but I understood it clearly. "It was a hot summer day." He added, sitting up and looking into the distance away from us. "I was angry, but I don't remember why. The night before I had planned it all. Where, when, how. As soon as my parents left for work and my sister got picked up for summer camp, I would do it. I would kill myself. And I did. Right here where we're sitting, i jumped of and at first it felt great, I didn't feel a thing at all, but then i was alone, walking the streets, noone noticed me. I watched my dead body laying on the floor, I saw my family suffer and the last thing they read from me was my suicide note. It said,
Dear family,
If you're reading this right now it's because I killed myself. This isn't your fault. I love you with all my heart, but Harmony, just know you were the main thing that kept me going, but I had to go, please take care of mommy and daddy for me, I love you. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.
"Whos Harmony?" I asked. He smirked when he heard her name,"Harmony was my little sister, i visit her everyday, but she can't see me, the only person who can is you."
Wait what? How is that possible.. Is he a g-ghost? Naaah, thats not possible! "Huh?" I asked cluelessly. "You do know I'm a ghost, right?" He asked as if he thought I did. "You're lying, right? Then how did you hug me and i felt your skin?" I nervously asked. "Don't you notice that i AM floating, right?" None of this made sense.. How is this possible?
