We Are Similar In A Bad Way12:30 May 04 2016
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I stand still, watching the world go by as I can't do anymore. This somber forest is my cage, my protection and isolation. For many centuries I’ve been here, being merely an observer of time. Years pass by and no one has even come to look for me. But how could they? How could they see a preternatural being, one that has without a doubt been forgotten by all of the living? I bet my file does not even exist, if I ever had one.
In this old abandoned brick tower that I now call my home, I hear what no mortal could ever hear. Well they could hear it, but not at this distance. Gawkish feet at a fast speed hitting the ground, that’s what it was. In all my time here I have never encountered such a thing, but I know all that happens in my den. The sound is getting louder by the second, and is coming in my direction. This can’t be a savior, for who would try to find the dead? Something told me that this was going to be no ordinary encounter.
Out of curiosity and some excitement, I dash to the floor that meets the earth. The sound was now pounding at my eardrums. Than it stopped, just like that. As if it never even happened. As I lifted my head up to look out of the cracked window, I almost gasp out of shock. It’s true, this is no deceiver, it is the flesh and blood of the living. But not just any living being, it was a creature that I was so long ago-human.
“Hello! Is anyone here? Please, I need help!” This sound came from the body of a girl, probably about age 16 or so. No one occupies this place but me, so hopefully she could accept a ghosts help.
Taking off my so called “invisibility cloak”, I walk out of the tower through a squeaky dying door. A heartbeat-I have not heard a human’s for so long, for the dead undoubtedly don't have one. This heartbeat was so fast, it portrayed a cardiac arrest, but I knew that no death would come from it. This was fear in it’s worst state.
Through this person’s eyes I see myself: a white figure in a dress and tall boots with blonde hair almost touching the ground. I am not a scary ghost like the many ones who haunt or even kill people. I am just a calm lady who just so happens to be long deceased. I sometimes do things that people might consider mean, but I only do it out of protection and love.
“Who are you? Are you here to hurt me like all of the other people in my life?” Her voice was trembling and stuttering as she said this, obviously in fear.
“I am going to be your savior, for if you don't except my help you will surely get hurt buy those mean people from that Weise Königliche Hight School you go to.”
“How did you know where I go to school? Are you some kind of stalker?”
“No, I just have a great gift that allows me to see and know what most people could not know without some form of investigation. Trust me, I would never hurt you, for I see myself when I look at you. I will not let those people harm you. Do you want to come inside my tower so that we can sort all of these things out? I am not lying, I truly want to help you.”
“ And why should I trust you? For all I know you could be leading me into a death trap.”
“ I will give you a good reason for you to trust me. You can either come into the safety of this tower or be left outside for those people to catch up to you and hurt you. Make your decision, for it is not mine to make.”
“Fine, I will except your help. Just be ready to hear my story.”
“I’d love to here it, for I have not talked to a human in centuries. You will have my full attention.”
Through the old door we went into the safety of my tower. I showed her to an old forbidden victorian living room full of nice furniture and a fire place. Both of us settled in our chair, and I was prepared to hear this girl's story.
“It all started when I was in middle school. My friends started to abandon me, calling me awful names. The verbal violence then became physical. People would stalk me and beat me up. I’m surprised that I did not die. But today was the worst of them all. A group of people turned against me and threatened to kill me. After school they approached me, and my instincts told me to run. I stumbled upon this forest and thought it would be a great place to hide. I just cant take this torment anymore. And here I am, all bruised and injured.” I thought deeply about her story, and how much I related to it. I felt like crying.
“That sounds really hard to deal with, but I can tell that you are strong and brave. You are not alone in what you have to go through. Trust me, I suffered a lot as well.”
“What happened to you? How did you die?”
“I was just like you; a nonconformist who was misunderstood. I was bullied just like you. I was hurt emotionally and physically. I too was beat up. That is how I died. If you were to look in one of the newspapers of 1756, you would see an article called 'Teenager Beaten to Death'. I understand you more than you could ever fathom.”
“Wow, that is horrible. What happened to the murderers?”
“They were given the death sentence, just like they deserved. I must ask you a very important question, and be frank with me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I have never been one to lie.”
“Do you truly want to live in this corrupt world? If you could live in a different world, would you take the opportunity? If you want to I could give you an eternal gift.” Without hesitation she spoke.
“I would love to escape this world and be some where else. I would definitely take the opportunity, no doubt about it. So what would the gift be?”
“I could give you death. You would be able to do so much more than in your living state. You could fly and hide yourself from people. You could even get vengeance on those evil people without getting caught or in trouble. Would be be willing do give up your life now, for once it’s done it can never be given back. Is that what you would truly want?’
“Absolutely, It would be an honor to receive this gift. I know I would not regret it. Perhaps we could live with each other so we would not be so lonely.”
“That would be great, being together. I have been so lonely and sad, and having a friend would mean the world to me. Are you ready for the transformation?”
“ I am as ready as one could be, So, how will this be done?”
“ Don’t get scared, but I will have to take your life by taking your sole out of your body. I am no murderer, this is just the only way it can be done. If you were to be beaten like I was, you would forever have bruises. If you stabbed your heart there would forever be an oozing wound. I do not want that for you.”
“I understand. I’m ready when you are.”
“Do as I say. Lay down on the couch over there, and try to clear your mind, being relaxed without worry. You will soon feel my hands on your forehead. You will feel dizzy and start to loose consciousness, but continue to stay calm, concentrating on your breathing. You will rise from your body and see your cold, lifeless body. The first couple of hours out of your body will be strange, but you will get used to it.” Within just a couple of minutes of immense concentration, she went cold. The gift had been given. Looking up, I see her floating body, but this time it was white and translucent. She was absolutely beautiful. Her porcelain countenance was perfect. It looked like it was carved out of marble. Slowly, she descended back to the chair she had previously sat in.
“How do you feel?” I asked her in concern.
“I feel light as a feather. I have this weird feeling that I can’t describe. It is kind of uncomfortable.”
“ In a couple of hours it will pass, and we can go and get vengeance upon those evildoers. Would you like that?’
“More than ever! They deserved to be punished and tortured. How will we do this?”
“We will hunt them down, I can do this because I have been dead for so long, but you don’t have this ability yet. We will give them cold chills and scream in the most creepy way. We shall not show our selves, we must be anonymous. We will scare them and physically move them. We can pick them up and drop them to the ground, or put them in a tree just like a cat. Tomorrow after school would be a good time because you will have all of your strength by then and they will be easy to catch. Does that sound like a deal?”
“A very good one indeed.” And with that we spent the rest of the day talking while playing cards and chess. When it became dark, I showed her to a room where she could sleep if she wanted to. As ghosts we can sleep but we don't require it. It is kind of a way to escape the world. She will need to give all of this a break, for it has been a lot for her to process all in one day. We said our goodnights and waited for the day soon to come
“I’m ready! I’m ready to finally get revenge on those awful people! I will be filled with joy to see them in pain! I doubt they will handle all the torment as well as I have, for I bet they are emotionally weak,” said the girl with a lot of enthusiasm.
“I’m ready too. But I just realized something, we don’t even know each others names. My name is Verena, and you?”
“My name is Sahrahsahe. Now let’s go and give those idiots what they deserve.”
Out of the tower and within the forest, we begin to glide at a fast pace towards the school. If anyone were to see us, which they had not, we would be blurs of white as fast as a bullet. As we approach the edge of the secrecy of the woods, we shield our selves from all those who can see. Now the real fun would begin.
Laughter and joy-this was the atmosphere of all of the student rushing home. But not all shall return safe, if they do at all. With eyes like a hawk, we spot out our victims. Oh how they will pay. Sahrahsahe and I now stood over the crowd, almost ready to strike. The other night we had spoken of our plan, so we knew exactly what we would do. Me, being the stronger one, crashes into the side of a boy and knocks him to the ground. His side was even bleeding. Yes, he will have a scar for life from that amount of damage. Now it was Sahrahsahe’s turn. I was so excited to see how well she would do. With her dainty little hands, she pokes the eyes of the next victim, probably permanently blinding them. She then screams for all to here, and the blind one has gone ballistic. He was struggling to find his way around, and the noise just made it more terrifying for him. This put a huge grin on both of our faces,
Together we sung our songs of fear and agony as we pushed down all of the bullies. But the leader of this so called pack was going to get a little something special. Together we pulled at his arms, causing his feet to leave the ground. Everyone was panicking, they screamed, “what is doing this! Is this some sort of evil prank?” Higher and higher we flew, till we were several stories in the air. We were as hight as the local Doerner Firs. I hope they like visitors.
“Put me down! Please Put me down!” pleaded our victim. We will give him what he wants, or at least what he says he wants. If he wants down, then down on a tree he will be. On the highest somewhat of a sturdy branch, we put him down, letting go of him without warning. I’m surprised that he didn’t fall. Filled with gaiety, we leave the scene to go back to our dwelling in the woodlands. Finally, we may have caused madness, but hopefully we prevented any horrible events in the future. Maybe we even saved future lives. We will never know, but we will always wonder.
That is the story really, of how I not only lost my loneliness, but how I helped someone in need. I gave her what I never had, and I am proud of that. In the years to come we got to know each other in a way that no human could ever do. We keep each other company, and watch the greenery as it grows around us. We watch the animals go by. We listen to the owls and the wolves at night together. Then, and only then, had we both became truly happy.
COMMENTS
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Alexandrdragon
08:57 Sep 20 2016
Amazing story - read through the whole thing. (: ~*