There is Power in Death

Chapter 1

Trigger Warning: Suicide

"Where do we go when we die?", well, let's see.

I grab the knife and slit my wrists grabbing a paper off the desk. I wanted my death to be horrifically memorable. I dip my dip pen into my blood and start writing a note, my tears staining the paper.

Dear family, friends, and enemies
It might sicken you to see this, but my death and investigation will be no one's concern. I will return, as this is strictly for experimental purposes. I ask that all of my belongings be kept in tact and as they are. Let my room remain untouched and my body be left to rot, for when I come back, I will need them. Aunt Kal, please make sure that Mother honours my wishes.
With love,
Alex

I pick the knife back up and bring it to my stomach. It hurts for a minute or two, then it's gone. I'm guessing I've died, as my world goes pitch black and my body becomes limp.

When I wake up, I'm still in my room, Was that all just a dream? I ask myself as I sit up and look around. I see my body lying lifeless on the floor. I guess not. I stand up and walk over to it, grabbing my dead body's arm. I am able to pick it up. I walk over to my desk to make sure I can pick up inanimate objects. I can, which I suppose is a good thing.

I hear someone coming to my room, as I look at the time. It's most likely my aunt, coming to get me for dinner. She knocks on my door several times before opening my door.

"Merliah I swear to g-" she doesn't finish her sentence as she screams bloody murder. I hear my mom drop something as she comes running.

My mom walks in and calmly observes the mess, which is understandable, seeing as she worked as a coroner.She picks up the note and reads it, "Screw that. Kal, call the funeral home. I have some cleaning up to do."

"Wait! I want to read the note," Aunt Kal demands. This means my plan is working.

I always knew my mother was a dick. I had planned to move out as soon as I had the money. My dad was always gone for work, which never bothered me, but my mother was just as bad as him but never left the house. Luckily, my aunt was kind, and lived here with us. She would do almost anything to get what she or I wanted. This is why I entrusted her to king my belonging in tact. I counted on her.

"I suppose it's your right. The little brat did favour you after all," my mom visibly cringed away from Aunt Kal, reluctantly handing  her the note. I could tell she was scared.

"We are not to touch his belongings. We are not to move his body. His research is very important to him. Do you understand?" I was definitely counting on this.

I needed to test something.

I walk up to Mother and grab her hair. It worked. I tugged on her hair and poked her face. I can touch her. That alone made her squeal. I whispered in her ear next.

"Hello Mother."

She didn't seem to hear me. Oh Well, I guess I can work with this.

I look at Aunt Kal, who is stifling laughter. I'm sure she knows it's me, since she also believed in ghosts and my theories.

"I-I understand," my mother answered, running out of the room.

To be completely honest, I would prefer it if my mom was the one to die instead. At least that way she wouldn't be bothering me 24/7. I wish I could scare her more, but she can't hear me, so whispering in her ears is out of the question.

On the topic of communication, I should probably find a way to talk to Aunt Kal. I can pick things up, so writing isn't impossible. That would probably be my best bet for now. I glide over to the desk and pick up a pen. Aunt Kal doesn't seem to notice the pen, even though she's setting the note write beside the paper I'm writing on. I grab her hand and pull it over to the paper. She doesn't seem to see the writing. I can see the writing, but she can't. Maybe it's because I'm slightly between two realms. I may as well write what I've found out so far.

-Living beings can't see me, or any inanimate objects I touch. 

-They cannot see the things that I write down.

-I can pick up anything it seems.

-Started off between worlds?

That seems to be all as of now. 

"Al-ex."

What was that? Am I hearing things? Is this a side effect of dying? No, that's stupid. 

"Alex!"

That is definitely real. I look around and them see him. He's a tall, lean male and looks to be around 19. Most of his hair is covered by his hood, but the strands that I do see are a dark shade of purple. He seems to be wearing a mask, one that would be worn to a masquerade. The mask somewhat resembles a skull, and is very dull in colour. The interesting thing about the mask is the fact that it looks to be made of real bones. I didn't notice it before, but his eyes are two different colours. Red and blue, both very bold, though having red as an eye colour is next to impossible, unless he had surgery or is wearing contacts. I now notice his clothes. They look like a fantastical grim reaper, complete with a scythe. 

He's hot, though he probably doesn't swing that way.

"Are you a Grim Reaper?" I ask inquisitively.

"This again! You humans are idiots. I am called a Phanter, so are the rest of us. Humans are so stupid that they changed our species name!" Okay, so he's dramatic, but he's still hot, besides, I'm into dramatic guys.

"I am fully aware of the stupidity of humans, and I'm sorry if this is annoying to you, but why are you here? And what's your name?" Let's hope I didn't already blow my chances with him.

"My name is Talan, and I am here to make you my apprentice."

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