Kind of a supernatural story. Barely any romance in this one. Hope you like it. If you don't like it, don't read it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Freak." "Crazy." "Lunatic." I walked through the halls of the school, hugging my books to my chest as I ignored the comments of others. I looked behind me, seeing the man following me. I started running, trying to push through the crowd of rushing students. I looked back and saw he walked the same pase, students seeming to move effortlessly, as if they weren't moving their feet. "Whoa, baby, sweetheart," I heard as I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw my boyfriend, James. "Jammy, thank God!" I exclaimed and hugged him close. I pulled back and looked behind me, seeing no one coming after me. "But, he was right there! He was coming after me! He was-" I exclaimed, feeling paranoid. "Sweetheart, it's just another one of your hallucinations," he smiled, kissing my forehead. "Are you sure? He seemed so real..." I said, drifting off. "Right. My paranoia is making me this way. I am just paranoid," I recited. It calmed me down and I smiled. James smiled back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me out of the school. I followed his willingly, trying to keep calm. I turned to see a car running off of the road, coming right towards us. I squealed, shielding my face. "What's wrong?" I heard James ask as I looked up to see no car around. It was quiet except for the birds chirping and the few students outside talking to each other. "I thought..." I drifted off, my jerking my head to find the car. "More paranoia, baby," he said, pulling me towards his car. I nodded and started chanting phobias in my mind. [/i]Catagelophobia- fear of being ridiculed, Chionophobia- fear of snow, Chromophobia- fear of colors, Chronomentrophobia- fear of clocks, Claustrophobia- fear of confined spaces, Coulrophobia- fear of clowns, Cyberphobia- fear of computers,[/i] I thought quietly. I opened my door as I thought to myself, sliding into the passenger seat. I heard James buckle me in as I looked back at the school. I suddenly saw the man I thought was chasing me appear, almost transparent. He smiled and waved at me. My eyes widened at the man as James pulled out of the school parking lot. The man winked at me and that made me squeal. The man disappearing as James asked me what was wrong. "The man! He was chasing me earlier and there he was! He-He smiled at me! And waved! And winked at me! I am telling you, I am not crazy!" I exclaimed, freaking out. "We have to get you to your doctor," James said, sighing. "James, you do believe me, right?" I asked. "Of course! It's your paranoia that is making you this way. I do believe that you have no control over this, Mel," he said, eyes on the road. "But-" "No buts. Alright, Melanie?" he asked. "Alright," I sighed. I wasn't crazy, that's for damn sure. But there was something wrong with that town. And I was going to find out what that was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Update! ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ I was quiet, thinking about the man I saw. It had to be my imagination, right? I couldn't figure out how else it was possible. Unless if I was a fictional character that was a witch, and that wasn't possible. Nothing else would make sense. "Mel, we're here," I heard suddenly. I looked around and saw we were at his father's office. I got out of the car along with James. He took my hand and lead me inside, my mind in another place. "James, Mel! How are you two?" I heard, still in another place. "Hey, Margret. We are great. Can we see my father. She's seeing things again," I heard James say. "Sure. He's with a patient right now. You can wait, right?" she asked, smile in her voice. "Sure. Come on, Mel," James said, pulling me to a seat. I sat down, finally coming back to reality. I blinked as I saw a man reading a newspaper. He seemed transparent, like the man earlier, except this man was older. I saw an elderly woman walk over to him with a plate in her hand. She sat the plate on the air, as if there was supposed to be a table there. I covered my mouth, shocked to be seeing what I was seeing. "Mell, you okay?" I heard James ask, the couple fading away. "Fine," I said, staring at the place the couple was just at, noticing that there was a young woman sitting there. "Mel, James, he'll see you now," Margret said. James and I stood, walking towards the door that lead to James' father's office. James opened it, lightly pushing me inside. I sat down in a chair, James sitting next to me, and started waiting. After a moment, Mr. Smith walked in. "Mel, James, how are you?" Mr. Smith asked, smiling at us. "Seeing things, paranoid as ever, feeling like I'm going crazy, so, great," I said. "You need new pills. Of course," he smiled, writing on his prescription pad. James drummed his fingers on his chair arm, which caused me to look over at him. I saw a line of people, holding bowls, sadness written on their face. They all turned towards me and said, "You can help us." "What?" I whispered as they faded. "What?" James asked. "Nothing," I said, shaking my head. I grabbed the prescription and stood with James, him getting the door for me once again. I walked through and headed out of the clinic. I walked to the pharmacy next door and got my pills as James caught up with me. "Are you okay? You seem antsy," James said when he caught up to me. "Antsy is right," I said, picking up the bag with my pills. I walked with him to his car, where he stopped me before getting in. "You sure you'll be alright?" he asked. "I will. Such a worrywart," I laughed uneasily. I blinked when I saw a small child standing in my seat, finding her to fade like the others. I got into the car, staring out of the window. "Mel, do you want to go home?" I heard James ask, worry in his voice. "Sure, thanks," I smiled at him. I turned back to the window and watched as I saw person after person pass us. James drove me home, my mind on one thing: What the hell was wrong with me? ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ What is wrong with her? Why does she see these people? Who are they?
PICK ME!!!! -raises hand- I once read a book kinda like this! Well, not really that much like it, just that she goes to a camp with supernaturals and she sees people like that who fade away and no one else can see them. And they ask her to help them. ANYWAYS, I think those people are ghosts, and she can see ghosts. And she has to help them do something that they can't do since they're dead. That's what happened in the book So that's just my prediction.
Update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat on my bed, James sitting next to me, holding my hand. I knew he was worried about me. This was the most sightings in one day. Usually there was only two, maybe three. But that day, I saw six; twice as many as usual. First was the lady walking through the first period classroom, then all the rest. "Mel, I'm worried," James finally said. "Why? I mean, I know it's been twice as my as usual, but I don't there is a reason to worry," I said. "I have a right to be worried. You and I are together. And you know I live you enough to be worried," he said stubbornly. "James, I know that you love me. But you needn't be worried. I am sixteen. I can... I can..." I drifted off, smelling vanilla. Suddenly, everything went black. I sat there, looking at the small coffin. I saw a boy with James' sister's ash blond hair. James stood next to me, gripping my hand. I soon realized that I was leaning on him and I was crying. "Why did he have to die?" he whispered, walking away from the coffin with me. We sat down in front, looking at the reverend. He frowned at us, as if he was sorry for us. But for what? "Mel, did you know this was going to happen?" James suddenly asked. I looked at him as the scene faded, wanting to know what he was talking about. "Mel, wake up, baby," I heard. I groaned and opened my eyes, finding myself laid down on the bed. "What happened?" I asked. "You blacked out, Mel," James said. He was looking over me, gripping my hand. "Oh, great," I said sarcastically. I sat up, closing my eyes, thinking about what I had saw. It didn't make sense, like most thinks I saw. "How long?" I asked. "Only a few minutes, unlike some others," he said, loosing his grip on my hand. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at me. "You are such a worrywart," I laughed, poking him. He kissed me lightly, smiling. "I have to be worried sometimes. If I'm not, who knows what could happen." "Like I was trying to say, I am sixteen. I can take care of myself when I have to. It's not like I have a sickness." "Well, you do have constant paranoia," he said, drifting off. I sighed. We had no idea what that was going to lead to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blackouts that lead to visions. Sound familiar? If not, I understand.