Ghost - Bellamy Blake [1]

Chapter 1 - Pilot

Note:- I hope you enjoy this, I understand it doesn't follow exactly, but that's the goal :)
Just a bit of a preface, my character is called by two different names throughout the story; a personal nickname, Aggie (ag - ee), and the name she goes most by, Myles (miles, lol). I'm sure this can be a bit confusing, but it will make sense in the end! Also, my Myles is NOT the same person as the show's Myles, there are just two different Myles's in this story :)

Her heart beating fast, her pulse thundering under her pale skin as if trying to claw its way out. Legs and back burning, is she running? The flashes of various shades of grey mash with the dull colours of things centuries old; why is she running? Wait, everything's stopped. Home, she's home, is that why she's stopped? Vibrant red hair that puts her surroundings to shame whips around back and forth, her harsh panting and pounding heart the only remnants of distress.

Then she hears it. Majestic melodic singing fills the air. They're simple, slow notes that fully encapsulate the raw beauty in the voice. The familiarity of it causes her to completely freeze, stilling and holding her breath. Slowly, she turns her head so her delicate features face to her left, hazel eyes locking on the form of a woman slumped over the table. Deep auburn hair fanning over the table and a slender left arm hanging limply is all she can discern of the woman.

Was the woman there when the girl had come in? The soft, comforting notes register in her ears a second before she's slowly rising from her knees. When had she fallen? The young girl's mind is scattered and she's still holding her breath. Not making more than a few steps before freezing again, a simple heart-shaped locket peeking through the red-brown locks has the young girl releasing her breath. A graceful smile accompanies her sagging shoulders as relief floods through her.

Something's wrong still. The young girl can feel the dread still suffocating the room. Her calmed heart starts its frantic beating once more when fearful hazel eyes spy a colour gently blooming across the table. A colour she's long since despised having on her head.

Eyes snapping open, the girl's rigid body is lying flat on the metal floor. Her pale hand immediately grabbing for the woman's locket as it lay on her chest. Eyes slipping closed again and letting out a breath as the cool metal makes contact with her thin fingers. She sits up, right hand still covering the locket on her chest, and the red haired girl can feel her heart slowing down.

Hunching over slightly, she brings her left hand up to her face for a second before she pulls it through her vibrant hair. Craning her neck, her disinterested eyes flick across the all-too-familiar grey box. Blank hazel eyes stopping when they reach a section of panel covered in deep scratches. Tallies. Two thousand, four hundred and eighty-nine tallies for 2,489 days.

One more day.

Lifting her right hand up to bring the locket to her lips, she plants a kiss on it, before dropping it gently back onto her chest, to rest above her dark green tank top. The girl lifts her right knee up so she can stabilise herself as she reaches towards a pile of books and slips a pocketknife out from where it lay hidden in the hole through the pages. Rolling herself lightly to her feet, vacant look still present in her eyes, she gingerly makes her way over to the desecrated wall. As soon as she's in front of it, she lowers herself to a squat, bouncing slightly. The sound the knife makes as it carves in another tally is familiar, and oddly comforting.

Two thousand, four hundred and ninety. Pulling her arm back when she's finished, the redhead rocks on her feet, twirling the blade around in her hands. It's almost time. She could feel it throbbing under her skin like static electricity, making her fidgety. Red flies around her as the girl whips her head to the door.