Death Sucks

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - continued

I walk back to my "haunted house". Meaning the house that I used to live at. A new family has just moved in. The parents are divorced. The daughter is 13 and her best friend, who is 14 and also lives there, live in my old room. I live in the attic. I have a weird feeling around the girls, like they see me. I know that they cant. No one under the age of 18 has ever seen me. I can her the words of the last see-er in my head . "THERE IS A BOY IN MY ROOM" they had called 911 and was sent to the insane asylum. Serves them right!
I walk into my room, or the girls room, really. The 13 year old was laughing, I could hear them talking.
"I swear to God that I saw him" the 13 year old said
"You are crazy, Iiona" said the other
"no I just hallucinate! I am not crazy Chrisanthamum!" Iiona said.
"I HATE THAT! CALL ME CHRIS!!!" Chris said. Some one say ANGER ISSUES!
The girls walked into the room side-by-side. Chris' eyes grew bigger as she looked in my direction. I looked behind me. Her eyes followed my every move. They were big and dark, yet beautiful. Does she see me? She shook her head vigorously, her dark hair hid Iiona in the face. Her eyes re-opened.
"hi" I say quietly, thinking she wouldn't hear me.
"hello, who are you?" she answered.

From now on Chris' lines will be in purple!

Chris looked at me with wide eyes. I kept looking behind me, to make sure I was still the center of attention and not some crazy man eating monster that was standing behind me. Nothing.
"Iiona, do you see him?" Chris asked
"see who?"
"the boy, in our room."
"what boy? and you say that I am crazy!"
"I am not kidding, he is here! The ghost! By your bed!"
"is he cute?"
"oh my God!"
"Is that a yes?"
"Iiona!"
"what?"
I look between them. Whose side should I be on? Why isn't Chris running? Why is she not screaming and calling the cops? This is a strange turn of events. What do I do? Do I just leave? Should I pretend that this never happened and never come back? I can't do that. Something is stopping me.
"I swear he is in here!" Chris would not give up on this
"Come on Chris, stop messing with me." Iiona answered. Chris had re-centered her attention to me.
"Are you the Boy of Bangel Manor?" She asked
"Yes, and my name is Myles" Why not make friends with her, if she is going to be living in my room. That sounded really weird, oh well!
"Oh, Hi, I am Chris, and this is Iiona." she gestured toward her friend, who was looking at her like a frog she had just dissected.
"I heard, your friend does not believe you" I say
"She doesn't believe anything, I can't help her." Chris said
"Maybe I can." I had never tried to be seen, or prove my existence, but why not start now?
I took Iiona and Chris' hands in mine. They were warm.
"He is cold." Iiona said.

Iiona was griping tightly to my hand. Chris was awkwardly holding the other one. I got a good look at both of them for the first time. Chris had long black hair with dark purple highlights and tips. Her eyes were a dark brown is color that looked almost purple, in fact, I think they are. They were not creepy, but oddly compelling. She had long eyelashes. She wore no makeup, which was good. Chris did not look like she did anything to make herself look beautiful, she just was. She wore dark tattered jeans and a purple and black Tee shirt. Chris was small for her age, meaning skinny. She was, however, tall as well.
Iiona, on the other hand, wore makeup. She would be very attractive to other guys. I think that she tried to hard. She has long brown hair and soft green eyes. She wore a yellow skirt with soft blue stripes and a soft blue tank. Iiona wore heals while Chris was wearing sneakers.
Iionas grip loosened. Chris asked again,
"You see him now?"
"no"
"She wont, not until she does not want too. You did not want too"