The Yellow Light (girlxgirl) [ON HOLD AND RE-WRITING]

Chapter One - Cora

Hey, I’m just starting this out, and I would love some feedback! Should I continue this story or not?

-Shelbyxx

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Chapter One – Cora

      My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. He was incredibly handsome; making men jealous with his masculine body. I was so proud to call him mine. My Henry. Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry. His blue eyes. His short brown hair. His square jaw. All to myself.

      I rushed out the door of our small rented house and flung myself into his arms. He chuckled and hugged me back. I jumped off and we walked hand in hand into the house, stopping at the doorway, where he let me in first, being the kind lad that his was.

      I walked to the kitchen as he plopped down in a chair in the dining room. The two areas were combined, so we could still chat as I worked. I took the lid off the pot and peered inside, stirring a bit. The stew was almost ready.

      “How was work today?” I asked, already knowing it didn’t go so well with the vibes he was sending me.

      Henry sighed, standing up and walking toward the fridge. “Not well, the boss divorced his wife, so he was grouchy,” He said, popping the top off a Budweiser.

      “Shame. They were a good couple,” I shook my head.

      “You think everyone’s a good couple,” Henry pointed out, taking a swig from the bottle.

      “Yes, but I know that most relationships won’t last. Ours will though,” I explained.

      Henry just merely shrugged. “When will the stew be ready?”

      I peered inside the pot again. “Oh, just about now.”

      “Great, I’m starved,” Henry plopped down in the chair once again.

      “You’re always hungry,” I remarked, and served us the stew.

      During the meal, Henry just kept drinking his beers. He’d finish one and then grab another. On the fourth bottle, I stopped him from popping the top off.

      “Henry, I think you’ve had enough,”

      “Y’know what I’ve had enough of? You,” he spat, and again worked on taking the cap off.

      “Henry, I said enough!” and I took the bottle away from him. I’ve never once in my life seen a man so angry. He literally shook in fury.

      “Give me the bottle back, now,” Henry demanded. I was terrified. I’ve never seen him like this. I shook my head. He pulled out a gun and shot me. As simple as that. I fell to the floor from the chair and laid there. Henry kicked my dying body.

      My breathing was getting slow and heavy, a tunnel of light forming around him. “You’re not who I thought you were,” were my last words; very quiet and mumbled. It took all of my strength to deliver that choppy sentence.

      My body became still, and I rose away from it, looking down at my bloody chest, where the bullet lay...

      I shot up quickly from the dream. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was a flashback. From six years ago. I should be twenty-nine, but my body hasn’t aged a bit from my death.

      I’ve had this flashback a countless number of times; at least once a day, if not more. The very first day of death, I had the images replayed in my head over and over. I had counted thirteen times.

      Now, I spend my days sulking in the cemetery I was buried in. The spirits who died similar to me often enjoy haunting their killer, but not me. I don’t want to see that bastard of a fiancé again.

      The signs of autumn are showing. The green leaves are turning shades and a brisk breeze blows softly at all times. The temperature has dropped even more from the lack of daylight.

      There barely was anyone here; spirit or human. Most spirits have moved on in the afterlife, but the ones that haven’t, enjoy entertaining themselves often by traveling the world.

      A faint pink light signified another ghost was here, but they were far in the distance. (I can’t remember if humans can see spirits or not. It’s been too long without a body.)

      Something caught my eye. A very bright light, a human. All of humanity had extremely bright lights, partly because of spirit, partly because of the life they contain. But, I had never seen a yellow light before. Only shades of green, blue, purple and pinks. But never yellow.

      The light suddenly zipped away and disappeared behind a building. I assumed that the light got in a car and drove away. So, it was a human for sure. But why yellow?

***

      It was now day time, a week from the yellow light, the sun up and bright. I was sitting with Perrie on her stone. She was explaining how her previous night went.

      “Oh, New York was fantastic! So many bright lights, and I could stand wherever I wanted without people getting annoyed at me! Their subconscious knew that I was there, so the just avoided me! But there were a couple three who knew I was there and turned around, y’know, the blues, and then there was one that communicated with me telepathically! That was the first green I’ve seen in fifteen years!” Perrie rambled. She was a bright fourteen-year-old unsatisfied with her body as a human. So, she took her own life and realized the mistake she made. She’s now waiting for her mother so Perrie can apologize to her. If I was alive, I’d say that Perrie is the only thing that’s keeping me from killing myself.

      “What did you do last night?”She asked suddenly, her short curls bouncing slightly as she moved quickly.

      I replied, “Stayed here,”

      Perrie’s face instantly dropped. “Why?”

      “I have no where I need to go,” I shrugged. This time I was actually lying to her. I was waiting for the yellow light to come back. I felt drawn to it, for some reason.

      Perrie groaned. “You say that every time I’ve asked you!”

      Again I shrugged.

      “Have you ever wanted to go somewhere new?”

      “Yes,” I replied instantly. “When I was human. And then I went there. I have no desire to leave the cemetery.”

      Perrie rubbed the concrete of her rock thoughtfully. “I think once you’ve been here for forty-three years, you’re view will change,” and with that she got up and left, probably to go to Paris or something.

      I sat there for a while longer and then I was aware of a presence –a very strong one. I looked up and saw the yellow light. It was just as bright the other night, but this time in broad daylight.

      Only this time was different. I could see the person who carried the light. A female.

      And she was stunningly beautiful.