Chapter One

Death

It happened again, I couldn't move. it hurt so much. He always hated me, He always would say that I ruined his life, that I Killed her. I couldn't take it anymore, him coming to this pathetic place called a home, Drunk and beating me day after day. He came back. I looked up at him, but I Couldn't hold my head up, so I dropped it back down and braced myself.

"You killed her you piece of filth!" he yelled at me. He kicked me in the lungs and I coughed up blood. He took a drink of the bottle, but it was empty. So he took it and hit me in the back with it. The glass of the bottle got embedded in my flesh. I cried out, but he just kicked me and told me to shut up. He left my room, swaying as he walked. I dragged myself to the bathroom and fixed myself up. I went back to my room and fell on my bed, landing on my stomach and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, I could hear him down stairs, falling occasionally. He was still drunk from last night. I got ready for school and went down stairs. I slipped by him as quietly as I could, but he heard me. He turned to face me, he had a knife in his hands. He ran at me, knife first. I tried to get out of the way, but he got me in the shoulder. I screamed louder than I ever have before. He stabbed me in the chest repeatedly, I couldn't breath anymore, I was choking on my own blood. I watch my own blood poor out of me, I could hear sirens in the distance. My vision was getting fuzzy and the sirens sounded so far away, the pain didn't hurt so bad now, I was getting sleepy, I couldn't hold my eyes open. I let the darkness consume me. I still heard voices, faint, but voices none the less. There wasn't any more pain, but the darkness was still around me. The voices finally faded, and I was alone in the darkness. I must have fell asleep.

I woke up and I was in my house still laying on the floor. But something was different, everything was gone, and it was dusty like no one lived here. I got up and looked around the dusty house. I went to my room and still, I found nothing. I went back down stairs and went out the door. I looked at the woods, it was over grown with vines. I decided to go to town. I went walking down the street. Everything was different. I didn't recognize anyone.

'What happened to everything?' I thought as I looked around. I started to make my way to town again. I finally got to town and It was different to, there were new stores where the old ones were I looked for someone to talk to, after I found someone I went up and asked them.

"Hello? Sir? Can you help me?" I paused waiting for an answer but it never came "Sir?" I asked again. He didn't even here me!

'What's going on!?' I started to panic "HELLO!?" I screamed hoping someone would answer, but no one did. I started to run, I was freaking out 'Why can't they here me?' I ran back to my house and into the woods. I eventually stopped and sat down on the ground hugging my legs and cried. I tried to remember the last thing that happened before I fell asleep. All that I could remember was my dad attacking me, an- 'attacking me... he must have killed me' I thought 'but why am I here than?' I sat there thinking of why I was here. 'Ghosts don't stay behind for no reason, or do they?' I sighed 'Sitting here won't help' I got up and made my way back to my house 'I wonder if I can faze though the wall' I went up to the wall and put my hand on it and my hand went though it. I walked through the wall and was about to go to my room until I heard the front door open I stood still as the voices filled the room.

"As you can see this house is still in good condition" a male voice said "It has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an attic, a basement, and a Kitchen" I heard them walking towards me and I turned to look and saw a salesman, a woman, and what must be her son. They walked by me like I was nothing except the boy he acted like he could see me he was looking directly at me.

'That's impossible! He must be looking past me' I thought as I gazed back at the boy. He turned his head and followed his mother into the other rooms. I followed them throughout the house hold, the kid glanced at me at different times.

"So are you interested in buying this house?" The salesman said looking at the mother

"Yes I'll buy the house" She said with a smile on her face, the boy began to speak.

"Who died here?" He asked in a quiet voice while occasionally glancing at me.

"W-what?" he stuttered and cleared his throat "I assure you, no one has died in this house, young man"

'no one has died in this house!? What am I? Nothing!?' I glared at him wanting nothing but to smack him.

"I'm sorry about my son, he has a thing with the dead" She lowered her voice "I'm hoping it's just a faze" the boy was looking at me again.

'so if he can see me, I wonder if he can hear me' I wondered and asked "Can you hear me as well?" I looked at him and he nodded

End of Chapter one