In Spirit Not Body

In Spirit Not Body

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The day I died I was wearing two unmatched poka dotted socks. One had a hole where my big toe breathed fresh air, while the other had a bright pink covering. I remember because as I had been walking out the door to school my mother had scolded me. She had apparently read online that guys almost always noticed a girls feet first. Well, mom I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Who's going to look at a dead girl’s feet? Of course though, life was just completely stubborn into leading me on to the afterlife happy and bright lights. Where I could live peacefully and in bliss. Yeah, no. I was left void less, remaining in spirit but not body. Watching everyone live, while I was dead . Watching everyone forget me. Watching police try to find me. Watching the man who killed me go after another victim.
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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

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