80 years ago, a young girl was raped and murdered on the shores of a beach in Forks. She becomes a ghost, which only the animals can see and hear. Now, she haunts that shore, whispering poetry into peoples minds and swimming with the fish. But, when she finds that only different people can see her, to what extent will she go to to get one of them to find her body and let her rest in peace?
You never know, she might get side tracked along the way...
A wee bit of lemons, but in a sweet, fluffy way.
4. Chapter 4
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It could hear me! This almost human horrific creature could hear me! Whenever I whispered poetry into people’s ears, they only thought happy thoughts or dream pleasant dreams, or sometimes did as I told them. They couldn’t actually hear me!
“Say hello” I said in a loud shaky voice, not a foot away from it. It whipped its head in my direction, looking around the woods to see if it came from there.
“If you can hear me, speak now” I said loudly, with more confidence. It quivered, threw the deer aside than ran. I followed it accordingly. This was the fastest creature I had ever seen, with strong and powerful legs. I refused to call it human, because it was far from it. With white skin, red and gold eyes and a face with so much hatred and hunger, human would be an insult to it. It ran all the way to the edge of a cliff, with its hair whipping around in all directions. Of course, this didn’t affect me at all.
“Don’t be afraid,” I whispered, stepping closer. I could feel it tense up.
“Please, tell me that you know I’m there” I whispered. It stared right into my eyes, well; at least I think it did.
“No,” it said as it jumped.
Years went by, and I remembered that vampire. Every time I’d walk around the woods, I’d look around, trying to find another one. I knew it couldn’t have just been that one, all vampires probably could hear me. Just like the fish, I laughed. I was beginning to feel as though I’d never find another vampire. But I pushed it to the side. It’s not like I could do anything about it, I was a ghost. A pathetic ghost.
It was just an average day in Forks, near my shore. It was one of those horrible days where it wasn’t raining, but it felt like it was because the waves where high and sprayed water on to you. The sun was Of course, this was nothing for me. For me, it always felt like a warm beach day. On the beach, there were 2 teenagers, bundled up and discussing something.
Feeling curious, I walked over and peeped into there conversation. There was 1 girl and 1 boy. The boy was handsome, tan, and Indian. I recognized him from around this area. The girl was pale with rosy cheeks, big brown eyes, and resembled a marshmallow with all the coats she had on.
They were talking about Quileute legends. The Quileute’s are an Indian tribe that lives near my shore. He was talking about how the wolves were supposed to protect the pale faces from the cold ones. The girl was flirting, I could tell by the way she walked and the way she looked at him with her eyes. He was nervous, but excited.
“Flirt back” I whispered into his ear. His face perked up just a little bit. He flirted back, just as expected. I felt happy then; it reminded me of the adventures of first love. Love that I would never have, I thought. I sighed as I floated back to my grave.
I stayed there, looking at me almost gone body in the ocean. A school of fish swam by, paying no notice to me or my decaying body. The fish recognized me, and had simply stopped swimming away. It bothered me, for some reason.
How is someone to survive with out love? Could someone stay alone forever? I guess that’s why most ghosts are upset all the time, they crave love. But at least I have all the animals and I can look into peoples lives. But...
Suddenly the feeling of 80 years of loneliness crashed down on me, like the rock holding down my body. How had I survived for so long with out anyone? Sure, I had the beach goers to talk to. And all the animals, but I had never had anyone that could talk back. No one who could hear what I had to say, what I thought about. No one to understand my pain. My loneliness. My sorrow.
What was I going to do? I knew now that I can’t do anything. What can I do? I am a pathetic, pathetic, pathetic ghost.