Everlong

Jinx has pretty eyes and talks to the ghosts in her head. She never tells them to go away, get lost, find someone else. She loves them like they were never loved when they were alive. When they were people like her.

Jinx, who wears black skirts and shoes that click on the pavement like an unsteady heart beat, she helps them. She tells Mickey, who put a bullet in his head, that his hat looks nice. It covers the hole well. And he smiles and she smiles, and kisses him on the plasmatic cheek with red painted lips. And Mickey goes away, to heaven or hell or where ever he wants. She doesn't know. She misses Mickey, but here's Christoph, with his phantom entrails hanging out and his wild eyes, Christoph who might have been pretty if he had been altogether, Christoph who needs her help. She beams at him, and he walks with her down the street. And no one stares at Jinx who talks to the ghosts in her head, because that's just how it is with people. Some people have things in their heads.

Jinx, she keeps helping them until there's Sacha. And she doesn't know what to do with him. He's all pale and frail and tall as she is, and he doesn't speak very good english. And he's whole. And he tells her she's the prettiest girl he's ever seen. And Jinx doesn't say anything or smile, because no one's ever told her that before. And he's dead. And she's not.

Jinx loves Sacha, and she doesn't know why. He's dead. But he listens to her when she talks and never says she's a silly girl or she's crazy. And he tells her she's pretty every day. And at night she dreams about him, alive, with skin that smells like smoke and hair that feels like silk. She's never had dreams like that. She tells her friend, but her friend tells her she's crazy, she made him up, and would she pass the eyeshadow? Jinx passes her the eyeshadow, but doesn't feel any better. She knows he's real, because of the dreams at night. And in the morning she doesn't feel like herself any more.

Sacha likes to watch Jinx when she's asleep. He likes the way her chest moves all soft and how she shivers when he touches her. She reminds him of someone he knew when he didn't speak bad english and wasn't dead. And he knows he'll have to leave her eventually, that she won't want him forever, because he's not alive and girls like Jinx like boys with a pulse. Sacha regrets dying like he never did before. If he had met Jinx before, maybe he wouldn't have. He doesn't want her to leave like everyone else. But what can he do? He's just a ghost.

Jinx is drinking milky, sweet tea and wondering what to do about Sacha, whose staring at her with his dead blue eyes.

"How'd you die?" She asks finally. Sacha cocks his head to the side before he tells her.

"I got hit by a truck." He says.

"A truck? A truck, truck?"

"A large truck."

"A semi?"

"Maybe."

"You look awfully good for someone who got hit by a semi."

"It was moving slow."

Jinx tries not to smile, but does anyway, eyes down and looking at the penguins dancing on her mug.

"I love you, you know."

"I know."

"I don't know what to do."

"I have to leave."

"Oh,"

What else can they say?

Jinx looks at Sacha again before going to bed. He looks at her. And then he waits for her to fall asleep before going into her room. Because even dead boys know you can't just walk into a girls room at night.

The next morning Jinx has a headache. She never gets headaches. She goes into the bathroom and takes some aspirin and realizes she's still tired. And goes back to bed. And never wakes up.

But that's okay. Sacha is waiting for her. And now they're both made of smoke and memories. Now Jinx doesn't have to talk to any more ghosts, she doesn't have to talk to anyone but Sacha. Which is fine, except she misses all the Christoph's and Mickey's, and wishes she could drink tea and sing songs people would hear.

Then Sacha takes her hand and it doesn't really matter any more. All that matters is Sacha and the nothing of eternity.

Author Notes:
Gah...I'm not really proud of this...but it's the first thing I've written in a while that's been decent o.o...working on that though...really...tagged on the ending this morning...so it might not be the best...I'm thinking about just throwing all my unfinished stories together and making it a series XD all the stuff I'm too lazy to finish! There's a massive amount of it, believe me.

Anyway...yeah...read and review and you get my unabidded love and stuff.