I shiver as I walk home from school. Winter is approaching fast. Nobody else walks along this path. Partly because I'm more immune to the cold than most people. The other reason being that my house is secluded from everyone else's around here. It is hidden deep in the woods, close enough to the school to walk but far away from any neighbors. My parents moved here after I was ten, to get away from the tragedy of our old life, to have more privacy. The wind whips my hair in my face. That's when I know she's there, watching me. Alexis. I pull my jacket tighter around me and force myself to walk faster down the path to the small house at the end of the road. I have felt her presence many times since I was ten. Most of the time, it was when I was in great need of something. Sometimes, she came on her own, to be there for me or in more recent times, to warn me. Alexis being here isn't exactly reassuring all the time. When I reach the house, I go inside quickly and shut the door, even though deep down, I know she can still follow me through the house. Mercy, the wind whistles. I throw my backpack on the back of the chair sitting at the dining room table. I pull off my coat and hang it on a hook. Something starts vibrating in my pocket, almost causing me to have a heart attack. My nerves are really on end today. I can almost feel as though Alexis is looking over my shoulder as I read the text from Eli.
"Merc, want to hang out tonight?" I smile warmly, my fears dissipating. Eli, my boyfriend, is one of my best friends. I never really tried to make and effort after we moved here, that included not making any friends. Eli and Halley, were the only ones who reached out to me. They saw behind the mask I wore and slowly broke it down. Suddenly, I feel a violent chill going down my back. My eyes rise from the phone screen to meet with my own. Or rather, Alexis'. Staring at her was like staring at my own mirrored image. Same hazel eyes and wavy auburn hair. Same long limbs and slim stature. She doesn't look like when I last saw her. The real her who was ten years old. She seems to change when I do, always mirroring me. Her hair is loose, flowing around her like she is underwater. Her eyes are now locked on my phone. I look down and back up just in time to see her shake her head sadly and disappear. My sister tends to do that. She never talks. If she appears to me at all, it's to warn me or to help me by simple gestures. I look back at my phone. A message is typed but not sent.
"Sorry, I can't. I have some things to do." I know for a fact that I didn't write it. Alexis did it. I know she did. Except, she is a ghost, she can't touch things like that. As a matter of fact, ghosts shouldn't be real, not in this sense at least. Alexis is dead. She should be in Heaven but instead she is stuck haunting me, unless I actually am crazy.