Saturday, May 5, 2012

GHOST TOWN

CHAPTER ONE

Nothing.
I saw nothing.
I felt nothing.
I was nothing.
Slowly, consciousness came to me and I began to develop a reality that I wanted to be something more, I willed myself to be something more…I didn’t care what, I just wanted to be. To exist.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was standing in the center of a living room of a rundown house with barely any furniture in sight. The house was dark, gloomy and broken in more ways than a house was supposed to be.
I walked over to the window and peered out, even though there were houses and shops everywhere, there was nobody in sight; if I didn’t know any better I’d say I was in a ghost town. But I knew better, ghost towns only existed in movies and books.
A chill ran straight through me as I tried to figure out how I got there. Was I kidnapped? Was I –
I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t remember anything.
“There you are.” A voice behind me said. “You’ve been drifting in and out so much that you’re spooking the whole town out…and that’s saying a lot.”
Standing there was a beautiful young girl. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell to the center of her back. A heart shaped face with big blue eyes that seemed to have a life of its own and flawless skin. Her skin was pale and smooth. Her lips were pink and perfect.  Her body was perfect. She was perfect. And for some reason, she was a familiar face.
“What do you want? Where am I? Have I been kidnapped?”
The perfect girl sighed, “You’re not going to wig out on me again, are you? If you just calm down, I’ll explain everything.”
I became very afraid. What was I doing in a place like that? Why couldn’t I remember anything?
A light wind seemed to enter the house from nowhere in particular and wrapped itself around me.
“Don’t…don’t do that again, do –”
I snapped my eyes and held them tightly together, when I opened my eyes – I was outside.
“I said don’t do that again.”
The girl said but she was nowhere in sight. Slowly from the legs up, she formed right in front of me.
What the fu–
“I know you have a lot of questions but if just calm down…I can explain.”
“Did you just…appear?”
“Like I said, I can explain everything. Do you remember anything, even your name?”
I shook my head vehemently and before long the water works came.
Crying, I said, “I don’t remember anything.”
“Oh God.”  The blonde said, moving to stand beside me. “Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”
I did as I was told.
I felt a light wind blow again; it seemed stronger this time around as it engulfed me, moved me. When I opened my eyes, I was in a room in a different building, it was a classroom.
“Did I do this? Am I a freak?” I cried.
“I thought I told you to calm down, there’s someone here that explain everything to you.”
“There’s no one here.”
“Lucas?” Blondie called out to empty room. “Don’t flake out on your duties Luc, you’ve got a new student.”
At the teacher’s desk, I saw a figure emerge from the wind and shadows. Sitting there, was a young boy – no more than my age – watching us. His skin was pale, just like Blondie’s and his hair was as black as the night, resting perfectly back with a stray lock falling over his face.
“Did he just…appear?” I asked shocked.
“No, he has been there the whole time.” Blondie answered. “She’s all yours.” She told Lucas.
Just like that, she was gone. Vanished into thin air.
I was no longer afraid, I was just angry. “What’s going on here? Is this some kind of prank? Special effects?”
Lucas got up from where he was seated and walked up to me. I knew I was supposed to be terrified at this point but I just couldn’t be, there was something about him that assured me that he wasn’t going to hurt me.
“How do I say this in a way that will not upset you?” He said lightly; his voice was velvety and thin. It completely enveloped me.
“Say what?” I asked
He stared confidently into my eyes. His eyes were pale brown and intense, they held mystery. I wondered what color my eyes were.
I jerked away when what felt like static passed from him into me.
“You really do need to calm down. Take a deep breath, try and relax.” He said.
“I’m relaxed.” I said.
As relaxed as I could be. What the hell was going on here?
“No, you’re not. Take another breath.”
“Just tell me.” I shouted.
At my voice, the room temperature seemed to drop.
I struggled to hold back tears, “Just tell me. Please just tell me.”
“You’re dead. I don’t know when you died but that’s why you’re here.”
“If I’m dead,” I laughed; it was a dry, humorless laugh. “How can I be here? I am here, you are here. We are both here.”
Lucas smiled lightly…barely, “I’m a ghost…so are you.”
“What?!” I said taking a step back from him and then another. I bumped into a desk behind me and laughed again at the absurdity of what he was telling me.
He wasn’t laughing with me, he just stood there waiting for me to come to the realization that he wasn’t joking.
I stopped laughing, there was no way I could be dead…there was no that I –
With a light wind, I was gone as well. Vanished into thin air.
Lucas shook his head. “That went well.”
***








15 RANDOM FACTS


1.      My name is Edidiong but everyone calls me either “Eddy” or “E”.
2.      There’s nothing special about me.
3.      The butterfly effect guides me in everything I do. Actions = consequences. Too many people don’t take it seriously enough.
4.      I have an interest in Greek mythologies, Egyptian history and hieroglyphics, psychology and mathematics.
5.      I consider myself “Alternative”, even though I don’t really know what that means.
6.      I’m not going to lie and say I don’t care about what people think of me cause I do…I just don’t let it guide me.
7.      My favorite book to read is the dictionary. Although, I read everything by Sidney Sheldon.
8.      My favorite word is “Serendipity”
9.      My life plan is to “party endlessly, live glamorously, age gracefully”. Every other aspect comes in between.
10.  I have never seen “the titanic” and “the notebook”…but I have seen “can’t buy me love”, “sixteen candles”, “breakfast club”, “pretty in pink” and the (original) karate kid countless times. Wax on, wax off.
11.  To me, first impressions don’t matter.
12.  I believe in second chances…and third and fourth and fifth chances as well. I would give as many chances as long as sincerity is a factor.
13.  I suck at words. I’m not very articulate and I’m mediocre at scrabble…but, I want a career as a writer.
14.  It took me a while to figure out but as it turns out…red bull doesn’t actually give wings.
15.  I would do anything to get out of school work, like now.