No One There To Care (On Hiatus)

Persephone is a poltergeist who lives for pure hatred of anyone that breaths. Darcy has just moved into Persephone's house with her family after almost being kidnapped. Will Darcy see that Persephone just needed someone who cared? Or will Persephone go to far and lose the person who could help her because of anger? Find out in No One There To Care.


6. Ch. 6



                I woke up shivering and in the middle of the woods. I looked around, wondering how I had gotten here. I was just in the attic then Persephone, or “Percy” as Wren called her, attacked me. Was I dead? Had I been killed and woken as a ghost? No, I felt alive. I got up and brushed the leaves off of my jeans. I had grass stains smeared across my sweatshirt and my ring was missing. I turned to where the house was and began my walk back. The cold, rigid leaves crunched under my sneakers. It was so silent and if I didn’t get home soon it would be dark. I ran back home and soon my hands turned bright red. I hadn’t even reached the main path yet. Was I even going in the right direction?

                I began to wonder if I was really looking for the house or just wandering around, letting my feet take me somewhere. I found myself so deep in the woods I had no idea where I was. I found a tree and climbed up with ease. I had been a gymnast before, so climbing trees was my best talent. People used to think I was part-squirrel. I looked from the tops of the tree to see my house peeking through the tops of the frosted trees. I hopped down from the tree and headed toward the house. I looked to see it would be pitch black any minute now.

                When I reached the house I thought I heard a girl chuckle behind me but when I turned no one was there. I knocked on the door and it opened in seconds to reveal my brother standing there looking extremely worried. He had tears starting to brim in his eyes. I looked up at him and smiled. He immediately pulled me into a tight embrace. I stiffened up at his tight grip around me. Seth didn’t act like this a lot, but maybe that was because he had been beating himself up over my attempted kidnapping. He though it was his fault.

                “D-er-London!” he exclaimed, “Where were you?” i couldn’t respond because then he yelled towards the kitchen. “Mom! London is back!” I heard the screech of a chair and the clicking of my mom’s heels before she turned the corner. Seth let go of me and my mom pulled me into a hug even tighter then Seth’s.

                “London, you can’t run off like that. Someone could take you.” I nodded and I was led into the kitchen. Before I went in I looked up at the stairs to see a girl in pajamas sitting at the bottom of the stairway. She looked at me and her eyebrow arched before she disappeared into thin air. I began hyperventilating. Why was no one in my family seeing the ghosts all over the place? I sighed and sat down to dinner. Mr. Kersenski was sitting in the same suit talking to my father about sports. His personality did not match the dress code at all. I finished my food and announced I was going to sleep. My mom warned me to stay in my room and to not sneak out.

I climbed up the stairs to my room to find the door ajar. When I walked in Wren was sitting on my bed. I looked right at him and the memories of what Persephone did came rushing back. I collapsed on the bed and began to cry.

“Darcy, what’s wrong?” he said sympathetically. I backed away from him and fell down against my door.

“So you’re dead?” I said quickly. He just nodded.


“I don’t know Darcy. Humans normally can only touch poltergeists. You should just walk right through me, but you don’t. Also, ghosts only make themselves visible when they want to be. You can see them whenever. You are different.” I sobbed more.

“So I can talk to ghosts? Great, just peachy.”

“There’s more, Darcy; most people who see ghosts can just see and talk to them, period. You can touch ghosts. You fixed my head wound.” I sobbed even more.

“I don’t want this.” I said through whimpers.

“But Darcy, you may be the one thing that may help us ghosts escape Persephone forever. You can teach her to love someone. You can save us.” I looked at him and got up from the floor. He gestured for me to sit with him on the bed.

“I don’t want Persephone to hurt me Wren. I’m not ready to die yet.”

“None of us are Darcy. I wasn’t ready to die.”

“Are you saying I am going to die?” He pulled me into his chest.

“No, Darcy. I promise that no one will ever hurt you. Especially Persephone.”

I heard a chuckle from my doorway and looked up to see Persephone leaning against the doorway, sporting a smug grin. I separated myself from Wren.

“Big mistake, Wren.” She said, “You know what happens when you get involved with living girls. Hannah happens.” With that she disappeared.

“Sleep in the basement tonight Darcy. Your life may depend on it.” Wren whispered before disappearing just as Persephone did.

I decided to trust Wren’s word. I had a hunch that when Persephone said ‘Hannah happens’ she was already digging my grave for me.


                I sat in my usual position in the corner of the room. The basement was a quiet place and I liked the idea that guests never really went down here. I decided to see what the family looked like. Persephone hopefully wouldn’t be out. I reappeared at the bottom of the staircase and sat down. I decided to make myself invisible to the human eye to avoid distress. Seconds after I made myself comfortable, the front door which was directly in front of me started shaking from being pounded on so hard. I cringed at the loudness.

                A boy Wren’s age ran up to the door and pulled it open to reveal a girl around seventeen who was probably Darcy. I told Wren leaving her in the woods was a bad idea. I sat looking at the ground as the family ran in worried. Then the boy put his arm around her shoulder and as they left I felt someone staring at me. I looked up to see Darcy looking over staring at me. She shouldn’t be able to see me at all. I panicked and disappeared back into my corner of the basement.

                After who knows how long, I still sat in the corner as I always did but then I heard a creak and Darcy walked slowly downstairs into the basement. Just in case she might see me, I backed further into the shadows.

                “Hello?”, she asked to no one in particular, “Are there anymore ghosts? Please don’t hurt me, Persephone if you’re here. I don’t want to be able to make contact with ghosts.” She began to breath heavily. I felt so sorry for her. She didn’t want to have this gift and I was just standing here. Maybe it was time to come out. Maybe it was time to face what I feared.  Slowly I crawled out into the light. She saw me and stifled a scream.  I stood up and held out my hand.

                “Hi, I’m Hannah.” 

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