Chapter OneA Chapter by SuicidePact.
“Catherine?” The beautiful blonde whispered, tugging at the stray hair that fell upon her flawless cheeks. It was becoming a problem ever since her parents forced her to visit the hairdresser, an activity she hated the most. They seemed to listen to anything but what you wanted. She felt the cool air send shivers down her exposed body as her non-living friend appeared before her eyes. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, and a smile entered the ghosts face.
“It is I, Jessie.” Catherine smiled, quiet pleased to finally have a friend after years of wandering this world alone, in fact she had become quite fond of her living friend so much so that she found herself interacting with her quite regularly. Although this time Jessie did not reciprocate her friendliness.
“What are you doing here?” She asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice, Catherine was startled she had not experienced this side of Jessie before. Instantly thoughts of confusion and self-accusation circled the dead girl’s brain.
“W-w-what is it I have done miss Jessie?” her brow crinkled from the heavy thinking. Jessie stared at her in disbelief. She had completely forgotten about the generation gap between them.
“I’m at a party Cath, a high school party you can’t just turn up here uninvited.” She scoffed checking to see if anyone had followed her up the staircase. Not that anyone would notice she was talking to an invisible friend, she was certain that they would conclude that she was just too drunk to notice that nobody was listening, so was more annoyed that she had turned up on this particular night, the night that Brad Cooper was finally going to notice her. But he couldn’t notice her if she was up -stairs talking to a ghost!
“It’s not as though anyone can see me Jessie, you’re the only one that can complain.” Catherine pointed out oblivious to the importance this night had for Jessie.
“Go home Catherine, we can talk about it later.” The ghost girl looked disappointed, and Jessie didn’t know what to do about it and there probably wasn’t much she could do. She knew Catherine would be sitting on her bed when she came home, Jessie was her only friend she wasn’t about to lose her only friend over something like this.
“I shall be waiting for you when the clock strikes 1.” Catherine promised while Jessie watched her shoot out the window and into the night. She promised herself that she’d say sorry to her as soon as she made it home, but for now she’d have to concentrate on finding Brad.
© 2012 SuicidePact.
Added on July 11, 2012
Last Updated on July 11, 2012
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