Ghostly experience

"You will never influence the world by being just like it." - Unknown

Ever since Amanda was a little girl she knew that she was able to see dead people. But as the years went by, and the power got stronger and stronger, she was able to hear what others couldn't, and talk to whom others wanted to.


2. Chapter 1 -edited

"Amanda, Drew, get your lazy asses out of bed!" My mother screamed from the bottom of the stairscase. Grr. I grumpily got out of bed and finished my business in the bathroom connected to my bedroom. I tugged on a black sweater, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and my black, 4inches ankle boots. I, too, put on a black beanie. I put on a thin layer of foundation and concealer to hide my red skin, eyeliner and mascara. I wanted to at lease look presentable so they couldn't tease me with that. But that was also the only thing. 

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen just in time to see my mother rushing out of the front door. I sighed, grabbed an apple and my bag before locking the front door behind me. My twin brother was still home, but I couldn't care less. Yes, I have a twin brother; identical and everything. His name is Drew. He could have disappear for all I cared. I might have seemed like a bitch, but he really wasn't worth my time. 

I got to the bus stop just in time for the school bus. I stepped onto the bus and quickly found myself a seat. Not too many students took the bus to school, so I guessed that was a plus. Someone sat beside me and I looked up to see a boy around my age. Immidiately I got that familiar rush through my body. 

Sorrow, hurt, betrayal, suicidal, unstable. Every feeling the person beside me felt, I was feeling. I sighed heavily and looked out the window again, trying my best to ignore the spirit beside me. 

"I know you can see me," the boy commented and my body tensed up slightly. "You have to help me! I need your help." He sounded so desperate and broken I almost felt like crying. I quickly found my headphones and put them on. I cranked up the volume on my iPod and hoped to drown out the desperate screams. 

Soon the bus stopped outside my school. I quickly got out and walked inside the school well-aware of the spirit trailing beside me. Before anything else I practically ran for the ladiesroom. I checked under every stand and luckily I found no one else in the big bathroom.

"What do you want?" I called out. 

"I need your help!" The boy yelled at me. He appeared in front of me. In the lights I could see him much better. He had scars all over his body, and his clothes was ruined and dirty. 

"But I can't help you!" I whispered. I desperately wanted him to disappear. 

"You have to help me! Or else they'll catch me!" The boy continued, his eyes flicked around the room. Paranoia at it's finest. 

"I can't," I whispered and placed my head in my hands. "Just leave me alone!" I said a little louder. 

"No! You have to help me!"

"You have to leave me alone! Please," I cried. Next thing I knew I was alone again. I looked at myself in the mirror as images of the boy edged its way into my brain. My face was paler than usually and my eyes were widen in shock and horror. 

I was a horrible human being.

After I got myself cleaned and calmed, I walked out of the bathroom. Shit, I thought as I looked down the empty hallway. I looked at the clock on my phone. The white clock flashed 8:30. Ugh! I hated walking into class late. Especially when I had nowhere to sit. I would end up in the back with the jocks and nerds. 

I jogged down the hall and towards my locker. I quickly fetched my books for the next few classes and slammed the locker shut. I walked calmly down the hall to the classroom. I was already late so what was the point. 

"You're late, miss Blue," my teacher, Mrs Grimly, scowled, looking at me from above her slim glasses. I mumbled a 'sorry' and walked to the only seat in the back of the class, as I had predicted. 

Miraculously I could go through the whole lesson with no remark or notes being thrown my way. But my luck only lasted for so long. In my next class, the occasional freak, as well as notes, were thrown at me. As always I tried to ignore it. And as always I tried to ignore the 'unwanted guests'. 

After school I walked through the front door of my house, and I walked directly to my room. I just wanted to sleep all my problems away. Just as long as Drew wasn't home. If I was lucky he was at his friends place, hooking up with some girl or doing something equally stupid.

"Why didn't you wake me up for school?" When you thought about the devil, he appeared. I'm so lucky. 

I groaned; "Not now Drew," I said grumpily to him, getting out of my nice, warm bed. 

"What? I asked you a simple question, Amanda," he answered leaning against the doorway. Let me see. Because you're an egocentric jerk that cares about no one but himself. Not that I was ever going to say that. Ha! But I had been thinking about it.

"I've had a tough day, okay? I just want to be alone!" I groaned and slam the door in his lame excuse of a face. I tiredly walked back to my bed and fell asleep shortly after.

I woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Like I always did. The nightmare was like every other one I'd had in the past seven years. My imagination was playing with me every god damn freaking night! No one ever came around anymore. My parents had gotten my room sound isolated a couple years prior to that. It just showed how much they cared about me.

Tears were welling up in my eyes as I thought about my nightmares. That's what I did every night I woke up screaming. Which wasn't every night, but it was close enough. I sighed and dried my eyes, turning to fall back asleep. 

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