-Part1

"Y-you killed him?" John asked me, fear in his eyes.

I nodded, feeling power run through my veins, electrifying me. "My parents are dead because of him. I needed revenge."

"Revenge by killing someone? Jazmine, that's not right."

I rolled my eyes and put my fingers on the cold glass. "He tore my life apart. I'm not myself anymore because of him."

"You're still you."

"I'm a ghost, John. I'm not me half of the day; I barely exist half of the day."

He hugged me then took a step back as if I'd turn on him. "Nobody has to find out, Jaz. It shouldn't stop you from living."

"But I'm not living." I complained. Complaining has to be one of the greatest things I can do. One of my most enjoyable.

"If I can hug you, than you are."

I sighed and walked down the hall, my heels snapping the floor, making the only noise in the hall.

Almost a month Earlier.

"Tell me it's a joke." I wined. I threw clothes behind me and fell to my knees with a groan. "Great. First day back at work and no clothes."

I pushed myself up and pulled a purple dress off the rack. I rolled my eyes at it then slid into it. The one thing that used to look nice on me and now gives me a baby bump. I looked at myself in the mirror, sighed, and stuck my hands on my hips. I put my heels on then walked out the door, tying my coat around my middle.

"Love the dress." John said with a smile. John, the only person who can put a smile on my always saddened face.

I rolled my eyes and snapped the rubber gloves onto my wrists. "Shut up. You know I hate it."

"True." He added. "So… anything new with you?"

I shook my head. "No, not really." I wrinkled my nose at the smell of rotten flesh. "Remind me why I work here?"

He chuckled and pushed his glasses further up his nose with the back of his hand. "Because you love the smell of blood?"

I shook my head and smiled. "Close, but no. Probably because it's never 'bring your kid to work' day."

"Guess this is the opposite of being a teacher."

"Probably. In my book it is."

"You missed all the fun while you were gone."

"Yeah, I'd rather have been here with rotten dead people than laying in a hospital bed." Due to recent events, I had to spend the past two weeks at the hospital after I had my apendix removed.

"At least I don't have to look at the insides of your dead, rotten body."

"That wouldn't be very fun."

He grinned.

Ok, this is odd. Why's my door open? I walked through the house, shaking a little. I walked up the steps and opened my closet only to be thrown to the floor. "Get off me!"

The man growled on top of me, sickening me, and showing a yellow smile. "Time to see if my experiment works."

I tried to shove him off me but all I got in return was handcuffed.

He slung me over his shoulder, opened the closet, shut the door, and opened it to a lab. How the hell did this happen? He shoved me into a cold, hard chair then walked over to me with a needle in his hand. He smiled wickedly then shoved the needle into my arm, causing me to yelp.

"You son of a bitch!"

He slapped my cheek, making my face turn to the side sharply. "Shut your mouth."

"What the hell did you give me?"

He slapped me again. "I said shut up!"

I stood up, walked two steps, then my eyes rolled back and I collapsed onto the floor.

When I awoke, I was still on the dirty floor, aching all over.

The man grinned then walked over to me and pulled me to my feet. "It worked."

"What worked?" I asked, my voice hoarse and cracking.

He turned sharply then walked to the only window in the room. "My experiment, of course. My plan was to turn you and I did. I've killed your parents by the way so don't expect another Christmas with them."

"What's wrong with you?" I screamed, tears soaking my cheeks.

He turned around but didn't move away from the window. "Nothing is wrong with me, my dear. I will set you free in a bit but you must learn what you are."

"What I am? What are you talking about?"

He grinned viciously. "You aren't human, young one."

My eyebrows scrunched together. "Not human? But-I am!"

He shook his head. "Not anymore. I altered your DNA so you would turn."

"Into what?"

"A ghost." He spat.

I laughed, sounding crazy, and my eyes flickered up to his face. "How the hell could you have done that?"

He walked over to me faster than I've seen anyone walk. "My secret, your life. Don't try to look for me, I won't show. Though if you want, you could stay here with me."

I swallowed. "How did you get here from my house?"

"My secret."

"Isn't it bad to keep things bottled up inside your head?"

He shook his head, long, dirty, blonde hair hitting my face. "I write notes though you couldn't find them here. Go back to your world. Maybe I'll visit you now that you have no family."

I realized that my hands were uncuffed. I shoved him back away from me then walked to the door, looking over my shoulder. "You're sick."

He grinned wickedly. "And you're a ghost. Oh, by the way, don't expect people to see you at night."

"Huh?" I asked.

"You go invisible at night, sweet pea. Good luck; you'll need it."

I gulped and he shoved me through the door. I blinked my eyes open, breathing heavily, and realized I was staring at the floor in the hall. I looked around and I was back. Well, back to my house. Not sanity.

Someone was knocking on the door.

I ran down the steps, grabbing the railing so I wouldn't trip, and made it to the door. I swallowed hard then opened the door. John attacked me with a hug.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry."

"H-how'd you f-find out?" I stuttered.

"I saw it on the news. Jaz, are you ok? You look a little pale."

I put a hand to my forehead and nodded a little. "I-I'm ok. I think. It's just… too much."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to the couch, shutting the door with his foot. He psuhed me to my side then walked to the kitchen door. "Rest. I'll get you something to eat."

"But I'm not… hungry." I said a second too late. I sighed, my shoulders slumping, and sat myself up, my back against the arm of the couch. I touched a cold hand to my forehead and took deep breaths.

"Lightheaded?" John asked.

I jumped and yelped, opening my eyes. "I… uh… yeah, I guess."

He handed me a Ginger Ale and a bow of Chicken Noodle Soup on a try. "Eat; you'll feel better. Trust me."

I sighed and took a long drink of Ginger Ale, not realizing how thirsty I was. "Thank you."

"You don't… seem like yourself. Is everything ok?"

"I… uh… yeah. I just…" I just what? Just went from being a human to a ghost? There was no scientific way that was fact. Well, could be done by a scientist. I had to tell him but… what was the right way? He needed to know. I swallowed and summuned up an excuse. "Something scared me upstairs and I almost tripped down the steps."

He looked at me for a second then sat down on one of the chairs across from me. He knew I was lying. I was a terrible liar. Even I knew that.

"Look, I just found out that my parents are dead because of some lunatic. Wouldn't that freak you out? Just a little?"

He sighed and nodded. "Sorry. It's just… you're a really bad liar."

"Like I don't already know that." I muttured.

I locked the locks on the front door then slid down the door to a sitting position. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

How could this be real? How could any of this be happening? Why was it me? I wasn't special. I was just… me. How did he even know how to find me? I mean, I doubt he lives in this… demention. This all shouldn't be happening.

I jumped when I realized how much time I might have left. I pulled my phone out; 52 minutes until it would be getting dark. That's 52 minutes left of sanity I have. I sighed and pushed myself up. I grabbed a sleeping pill from the cabinet in the bathroom then walked into my room.

2:14am.

I opened my eyes to darkness and groaned. Great, 2 in the morning. Surprising how I wasn't tired. Even after I woke up. It's a really good thing dawn comes earlier.

I looked at my hand, well… through my hand.

Checking in the mirror, I realized that I didn't even show up. Not any part of me. I groaned then walked downstairs, into the living room. I laid on the couch, with the TV on, just thinking about how I was supposed to live.

"No personal days?" John asked as I walked inside.

I shook my head. "Staying at home gives me to much time to… think. I'm trying to destract myself." From being a ghost, I added in my head.

He nodded. "That's what I would do."

I sat down in the chair behind me, feeling strangely weak and lightheaded.

"You ok? You look… pale." He said, stopping at the end as I fainted.