I looked outside and saw him. It was raining hard, but I didn't care. I ran outside, eager to talk to him again. "Tom! Tom over here! It's me!" I shouted. The figure turned around. It was him. I slowed to a walk, shaking. He was there. My fingers reached out to touch him, but they went through. "Tom..." The boy looked at me with sad eyes. He mouthed "Natasha." "Tom, Is it really you? I miss you so much..." I leaned in to kiss him, but just as our lips were about to touch, he faded away. I stood in the pouring rain with tears running down my cheeks. "Tom..." I woke up, sobbing. Then I realized something. I was soaking wet. Was it just sweat or had my dream really happened? I looked at the smiling picture of Tom on my bedside table. He had died 2 years ago, when we were 14. It was a really nice day, so we had decided to go to the fair, but as we were crossing the road a car came around the corner way too fast. Tom pushed me out of the way so I wasn't harmed. The car hit him at full speed. An ambulance came a few minutes later, but he had severe internal injuries. they weren't able to save him. Tom had sacrificed his life for me. And ever since then I blamed myself for his death. If only he didn't push me out of the way. Everyday I wish it was me who was killed and not him...
I kept dreaming about Tom. The dreams of him became more and more frequent. At first he just seemed happy to see me, but as the dreams went on he seemed to be trying to send me a message. It looked like he was trying to tell me to go somewhere... I had more and more dreams. I dreamt about seeing Tom in a place I had been before. Somewhere we went on our very first date. Somewhere where we had our first kiss. A place that was special to both of us. Stone park. The next morning I got dressed and went to the park. I walked around for a while, reminiscing. I walked around the wooded area, looking at the trees. I thought I saw a figure in the corner of my eye, but when I turned around there was nothing there. I looked for the tree which had T N inside a heart carved into it's trunk. That's where me and Tom first kissed. I found it and looked at it for a little while with tears in my eyes. I missed him so much. When he was killed I considered suicide, but my friends Hannah Casey and Lauren talked me out of it. I heard a rustling noise and turned around. Nothing was there. Was I going crazy? Was I hearing noises when there is silence and seeing things that aren't there? I turned back around, and there was Tom. No. It can't be! Tom is dead! These thoughts ran through my head, even though i desperately wanted to believe it was really him. But there he was. He looked the same as he used to, but older. The age he would be if he had lived. The only difference was he was completely dressed in white, like all his clothes had been dunked into white paint. He was wearing a white t-shirt with white jeans and white converse. And... Were those WINGS!?
"tom... Is that you?" I stared at Tom, unable to take my eyes off of him. "yes tash. It's me." he grinned. "I'm guessing you got the message from the dreams?" "yeah I did..." I was still in shock. 2 years after his death, he suddenly appears at the park dressed in white and looking fitter than ever. not the most everyday thing to happen. A thought sprung to my mind. "how come you are visiting me now? Why not straight after you died?" "it takes a while to become an angel. If you want privileges you have to earn them." he answered, still grinning. "privileges?" "yeah. Not everybody can come back down to earth. Only angels can. Everyone else has to stay up there." "up where?" I looked upwards. "just... Up there. Floating around, enjoying the afterlife. So... Umm... After I left... Did you find..." "anybody else?" I said, finishing the question for him. "who else is there to be with? You were my perfect match. When you went there wasn't anybody else." he smiled and looked at me. "I just thought after so long you would have found someone else. And also when I had gone I saw you doing stuff with Matt a lot..." "I could never move on. I was so heartbroken when you died I didn't want another relationship. I was with Matt a lot. He was your best friend, you and him were like brothers. When I was with him all we did was talk about you and tried to cheer each other up. He was the only other person that understood. Everyone else comforted me at first but then they told me to move on. To forget you and find someone else. Matthew was the only person who knew that it was impossible for me to do that. Matthew may be close to me, but he knows I don't want a relationship with him. Are you really there tom? Or are you just a ghost or an apparition?" "nope. It's me. In the living-- well, living-dead flesh." I reached out towards him. My hands were shaking like mad. I touched him. He was really there. He was alive. Well, sort of. My whole body was shaking. I looked at him and he pulled me into a hug. I had goosebumps where he touched me. I hugged him back tightly, never wanting to let go. He was back. For the first time in 2 years, I was truly happy again.
Okay, not to be rude, but this is so similar to one of the stories I stopped writing. It's called, "Do You Hear Me?" It should still be on the second page. I'm just a little annoyed by this...
This is sad. Really sad. My heart felt heavy as I read these updates. I just sensed the feeling of losing someone dear to you. Btw, I just want to remind you to capitalize letters that are needed to be capitalized. But over-all, this is good. It has potential. Please update again.
We lay on the grass next to each other. Some thoughts occurred to me. "So can everybody see you?" "No, not everybody. Only other angels and people i had special connections with can see me." "Wow. If a person is watching us right now they will think I'm crazy..." He laughed and smiled at me. I looked into his sky blue eyes. They seemed different. In the middle of each pupil there seemed to be a spark of golden light dancing around. I stared at them in awe. "what?" he said with a mischievous grin on his face. "is there something on my face?" "your eyes..." "well yeah, they are on my face but..." He went on and on. Hrmm, how should I shut him up? I had an idea. He kept talking, going on and on about stuff. I had no idea what he was saying. So slowly I leaned in... And kissed him. The kiss felt absolutely magical. I mean it always felt magical when we kissed, but this one was different. I could feel electricity running through me at a million miles an hour. It gave me goosebumps. Maybe it was because he was an angel, or maybe it was because we had been apart for so long. All I know is this: I will remember that kiss for as long as I live. He eventually pulled away, smiling but looking slightly surprised. "I was going to do that!" he said. "yes but you didn't did you?" I replied, sticking my tongue out at him. We squabbled playfully for a bit. Then I heard something rustling in the bushes. "what was that!?" I exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. "shhh. Don't worry. It's probably just a squirrel." said Tom, calming me down. I heard it again. "it's quite loud for a squirrel..." I got up and cautiously walked over to the bushes. I pushed some leaves apart and... You will never guess what I saw, but it definitely was NOT a squirrel.
It was Hannah. Making out with JAMES. Eww. I decided to make myself known. "Ahem." They both jumped apart, blushing with embarrassment. "Umm... Err..." They didn't seem to have much to say. Well they weren't talking much in the first place. "I don't think sex is allowed in the park Hannah..." I said. "we were not having sex!!" She exclaimed. "And why were you watching us?" Asked James, butting in. "I wasn't watching you!" I said, rolling my eyes. "I just heard a noise and came over to see what it was." "Why are you in the park anyway? I thought after the 'incident' you said you couldn't come back here." Said Hannah. It was true. After Tom died I refused to come here. It held too many happy memories with him. Memories that would make me break down into tears. "I... Umm..." It was my turn to go red. I could feel tom right behind me. He had been watching the whole conversation, I'm sure of it. As much as i wanted to, I couldn't tell Hannah the truth. Not with James there anyway. And if I did tell the truth, she wouldn't believe it. Why would she? She can't see or hear him. She would just think I'm crazy. "Oh... Well... I'm just... Taking a walk. Yeah. Just a normal, casual walk." "And you chose to have a walk here?" "Yes." "Why come here to walk though? Why not the forest? It's closer." "Oh... You know... I just like it here..." "You like it here?" "Yeah. Of course I do. I... Umm... Feel like I should move on from... The incident..." I was lying my head off. I will tell her what happened, but I doubt she will believe me. "Oh ok. I guess that's a good thing..." She walked off with James. I sat beneath a tree wondering what to do. "should I tell her? Will she believe me?" I asked Tom. "Well I don't know if she will believe you, but you could try to tell her. It's better than bottling it up." "I guess so." I sat with Tom underneath our tree for a while, my head resting on his shoulder. We sat in silence. Eachothers company was comfort enough. We had no need for words. Later on, I saw Hannah and James walking out of the park. "hey Hannah! Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?" "Yeah sure." She said, walking towards me and away from james. He just stood there looking stupid. She followed me into the trees till I stopped in a clearing. Tom was leaning against one of the nearby trees, watching. I cleared my throat. "ahem. Umm Hannah... There's something I need to tell you..."
Sexygoddess I haven't read your story, but I apologize if mine is the same or very similar. I actually wrote this before I started reading fan fictions.
After a few minutes of explanations, Hannah was standing there with an absurd look on her face. "well... Do you believe it?" I waited tentatively for an answer. "uhhh... Umm..." Tom was behind me, also waiting. Suddenly, he had an idea. Since hannah wouldn't feel him if he touched her, he picked up stick and started poking her with it. "Ow! Ouch! Hey, stop it!" Hannah turned around, thinking it was me. Instead, she came face to face with a floating stick. Well, to her it was. To me it was an incredibly cute angel holding a stick. Hannah kept staring at the stick. She laughed hysterically for a bit, then fell on the ground, unconscious.