• People die, nobody can do anything about it. Young people die, it's sad. I died, I was young, I still am young. 16, people even die at the age of 13, 12, younger. People die before there're even born! Things happen, it could be a freak accident, or just an accident. It could be of old age, but I do know how I died wasn't an accident. I'd been at a party with a friend, it was a late night. I walked home, my home wasn't that far from the party I'd gone to. The night was chilly, a car came up towards me as it started raining. ''Would you like a ride, Miss?'' I looked down at the empty house just a couple of houses down, ''Uh, no thanks. I'm just down there,'' I say starting to walk away again. ''Are you sure?'' I couldn't see the guy, he wore black sunglasses and the night blinded the rest of my view. ''Look, buddy, I'm not getting in that car. I can walk the rest of the way home, just leave me alone or I'm calling the cops.'' I keep walking down the side walk, I keep my house in eye shot. ''Get in the car. Like it or not.'' I pick my pace up a bit, the car keeps in pace with me. The guy in the car stops, gets out and grabs me. ''Get away!'' I yell, the guy threw me into the back seat, he puts duck tape over my mouth and drives off really fast. Without my seatbelt on it was a wild ride, I was being pushed around, at one point I'd hit the bottom of the car really hard. Soon we came up to a house with no windows, the guy who'd been driving came around and picked me up, as soon as I was out of the car he threw me to the ground and started kicking me. ''Get in the house!'' He yells, I crawl towards the house. Tears roll down my pale cheeks, my hands get dirty from the ground. My dress is torn and I hurt from where the guy kicks me. ''Keep moving!'' He yells again, I fall onto my side. The guy kicks my stomach and kicks me over onto my side. Then he pulls a gun from his leather jacket, ''Move. Or. I. Will. Shoot. You.'' He says the words separately and kicks me again. I roll onto my side and cough up blood, my tears roll violently down my bloody cheeks. A gun shot rang through my ears, I screamed in pain as the bullet hit my leg. ''Please....stop..'' I say through sobs, ''Get inside and I will.'' The guy clenched his jaw tight and shot again. ''Stop!'' I yelled, ''No.'' Surely somebody would have heard me by now, my cries, my pain. When I'm inside the guy grabs both my arms and ties me up to a chair, ''What do you want?'' I cry, ''Nothing.'' The guy's voice was strong and evil, coldness layered my skin every time he spoke. The guy punched me a couple of times, kicked and shot. My life was over, I didn't live the way I planned. I wanted my life to go so well, but tonight it finished. Just because of a stupid party, my friend should have driven me.

    The next day I'd woken up, well not really. My corpse laid in a heap in a corner, I was a dusty pale, my blond hair seemed to be as white as snow. I couldn't see my reflection, I could walk through things, I was starting to think this was a horrible nightmare I was soon to wake from. Or I was a ghost. I guess I hadn't found peace, so I get to help others. Well that's what I'm going to do with my after life. I'm not a believer, I've never believed in ghosts or camp-fire stories like the boggy- man and big foot but this seems to be real enough for me. I left the evil guys house and set out to my house. The guy had brought me out to nowhere. There was nothing but trees, the house I was leaving was made of old wood, and seemed to have been there for awhile. Moss covered the house like a blanket, I ran home through the trees. Suddenly there was a cry, a child's cry. I stopped and looked around, ''Hello?'' I say, hopefully the kid could hear me. Nothing. Then I here the child cry again, ''Help me.'' Says a small voice, I look down and see a small child walking around. I kneel down next to the child, the kid had brown curly hair which had dirt in it and had green eyes like the leaves. ''WW-h-ho are y-y-y-you?'' The kid says, she shivers as the wind picks up. ''I'm going to help you.'' I whisper, the kid starts to cry. ''How?'' She asks resting her chin on my shoulder, ''I'll take you home.'' I grip her small hand in mine, since I didn't know where she lived I took her to the closet police station. When I open the door the police officer at the desk raises fast, ''Your that girl that was reported missing.'' The man said in a gruff voice, ''How 'd you get here?'' The girl smiles, a weak smile, and says, ''She helped me.'' ''Who helped you? Nobody's here.'' The girl frowns and looks up at me. ''Look! She's right there! Holding my hand! She found me in the forest and brought me here.'' ''Okay, let me call your parents. Can you sit down on the chair sweetie?'' He says taking her hand from mine and taking her towards a set of crayons and paper. When his off the phone I go to the front desk, ''Mr. I need to report a death.'' I wait for a response, but he never looks up. I raise my voice, ''Somebody is killing people, hello!” The guy looks up, thank god and sniffs. He looks back down at his paper work, then the phone rings. ''Hello, this is the local people station, how may I help you?'' The was a voice on the other side of the phone, sounding worried and afraid. ''Oh, that's horrible. When was the last time you saw your daughter?'' The man nods, ''Okay. Last night, so you think she may have snuck out to a party? May I ask what your daughter's name is?'' ''Yes, okay, Mrs, Ramsay. We will have a search party out looking for your daughter,'' I look down at what he was scribbling down on paper, Nessie Ramsay, missing. ''That's me! Sir, let me speak to my mother. I'm right here, I'm okay! Can anybody hear me?'' A little hand pulled against mine I look down at the little girl, ''I can. Thank you for bringing me home. You need to go home, too. Right? I want to help you, you helped me.'' She hugged me, I kneeled down into eye sight with the small girl, ''I'm going home, don't worry. Stay here and wait for your mummy.'' ''Thank you.'' I smile and give her a tight hug, ''Keep safe.'' I stand again, the guy goes into a room. I go around to the front of the desk, I dial my home number : (204) 345 678 On the other end of the line I hear my mother's worried voice, ''Hello, Yes? Who is this.'' ''Mum, it's me, Nessie. I'm fine, I'm coming home now. Don't worry about me, the police man wouldn't listen to me, I was at a party last night, I was walking home and a gu-'' ''Who is it honey?'' Comes's a voice in the back ground. ''I don't know.'' My mother calls back, ''Mum, it's me!'' ''I can't here anything, is this a prank?'' Clank My own mother hangs up on me and says ''its a prank'' Are you kidding? My stomach turned upside down, my heart fluttered against my chest. ''I really am dead, but why could she hear me?'' I mutter to myself, I hang the phone up and look towards the girl. She sat quietly, swinging her legs back and forth. ''I'm going home, just like you.'' I walk out of the police station and notice the blackness of the day, fog hung around the ground and clouds covered the sun. I sit on the bench and wait for the bus, when it arrives I climb on and hand the guy my money, he watches it fall from my hand to the ground, ''Weird.'' he mutters, ''Tell me about.'' I respond knowing he can't hear me. I see my brother up the back of the bus, his tugging on to my mum's hand. He's only four but he can walk, speak properly and read. He couldn't read a lot but he could read a bit. ''Sister! Mummy, Sister's here! Nessie!'' He yells from up the back, I smile and start walking towards him, Two 12 year olds laugh as I walk past, ''Look at what she's wearing! You looks like she fell off a cliff.'' They whisper to each other. Mum is holding him down in his seat, ''Where?'' He points towards me, but mum shakes her head. ''That's not her, we're going to look for her.'' I come and sit next to Patrick, ''Hi,Nessie.'' He says in a cute little voice, ''Hi. Where's mummy taking you?'' He smiles a big wide smile, '' 'Toopy, that's me and this is my friend Bino. We love to laugh, we love to play, that's me and my friend Bino!' '' Patrick sings, he rests his head in my lap. I stroke his brown hair, his features are more like my dad's. Mum has Blond hair and blue eyes, Patrick has reddish, brownish, blondish hair with green eyes, Dad has brown hair and the same green eyes as Patrick. ''Your going to see Toopy and Bino? I don't think so.'' Patrick laughs, '' I was tricking you!'' ''I know.'' I whisper and kiss his forehead, mum looks at Patrick and takes him from me. ''Who are you talking to?'' ''Sister, she's weally here!'' ''Really, not weally.'' I say correcting Patrick, ''She's really here.'' He says correctly, ''I told you, we are looking for her.'' ''Mum, I'm really here. Can't you hear me?'' I say moving next to her, she keeps cuddling Patrick and doesn't even look at me. We stop at home, '' Darling, I'm going to go look for Nessie. You stay home and play with your toys,'' Mum takes Patrick to the front of the bus and waves good bye, I follow Patrick into the house. ''What do you want to do?'' I ask as he comes into the little kitchen. Patrick pointed to the fridge, ''Your hungry?'' He nods and sits at the round breakfast table, ''Cookie?'' He nods again and gives a small yawn, ''And chocolate milk!'' He adds, I grab a plate from the cupboard and set two round cookies on it. I put the cookie and drink on the table and watch Patrick eat, ''Yummy?'' I ask, ''Yum,'' He shoves a bit of cookie into my mouth but it falls to the ground, ''Eat!'' He demanded, he crossed his arms across his chest. '' I can't.'' I whisper, picking up the mess. ''Hey, Buddy. Who got that for you?'' Patrick stared down at me, ''Nessie made a mess! See!'' Patrick pointed down on the ground where I kneeled. ''Nessie isn't home.'' Dad said opening the pantry, ''Yeah!'' Patrick said in a whiny voice, Dad slammed the door. He sighed and took Patrick in his arms. For a minute I thought he was going to weep. Patrick pushed his father away with his closed fists. ''Nessie was on the bus, she's under the table.'' Patrick said pointing, '' That's it, bed.'' ''No.'' Patrick said, ''Patrick, now.'' Dad said in a low voice, ''Patty, I'll come. Listen to dad.'' Patrick looked down at me, '' Okay, Nessie. Let's go,'' Ignoring dad Patrick took my hand and lead me towards his bedroom. His room was painted blue head to toe. He had a mini T.V and had every single Toopy and Bino show ever created on D.V.D. Patrick climbed on to his ''Big Boy'' bed. ''Lay with me.'' He whispered, I started to climb onto the bed when he put his hand out, ''Toopy and Bino.'' He said pointing towards his T.V. ''Okay.'' I say while putting his number #1 Toopy and Bino movie on. Patrick pulled the blue bed spread over himself and I. ''I love you.'' He whispered, ''I love you, too. But I'm going, for a long time.'' Patrick's eyes started closing, ''Come back.'' He said and fell asleep. I sat and watched Patrick, mum walked in. She smiled, '' Baby, up you get. Lunch time,'' Patrick woke suddenly, I went out of eye sight so he wouldn't see me. ''Yum!'' I followed behind, watching them both talk about Toopy and Bino. Mum took Patrick into the living room with his lunch, '' Turn the news on, Hon.'' Dad said with a sad sigh, mum picked up the remote and turned channel 6 on. ''-back to you, George.'' Said the weather lady, ''Thank you Nancy, We have a very upsetting story, today. Nessie Ramsay, was reported missing earlier today. Not long ago the local police found a discovery, Nessie Ramsay's body was found out in the woods, she was murdered either early morning or last night. Nessie had been shot a couple of times and has been badly bruised.'' My mum had tears running down her face, Dad came over to hug her, Patrick smiled and pointed at the T.V, ''Sister.'' Mum sobbed loudly, ''She isn't coming back dear.'' Patrick lowered his head and let out a painful sob, I wanted so much to go to him and cuddle him close. ''I can't believe she's dead.'' Dad muttered, the phone started buzzing, ''Are you going to answer that?'' Dad asked mum, she shook her head, ''Do me a favour little dude, cuddle mummy for me.'' Patrick cried and crawled towards mum. ''Hello, your speaking to Mr. Ramsay.'' I skipped up the stairs four at a time, I grabbed the phone from in the hallway, ''- I'm so sorry, we were having fun...She wanted to leave, I said just wait. So she left and I don't know what happen!'' Sobbed my best friend, she was only two months younger but she had a car. ''That's fine dear, It's not your fault.'' ''Yes it is!'' She cried, '' Nessie is in a good place.'' Dad said from down stairs, ''Yeah In my home.'' I mutter, ''Nessie! Is that you?'' There was silence, Lizzy started speaking to me. Dad said, ''Okay. Good bye, Lizzy,'' and hung up. ''Nessie! People think your dead, what happen last night? Oh, god are you okay.'' Tears roll down my dusty, white cheeks. ''Yes, people think I'm dead. I am,'' Lizzy laughed through tears, '' Well call me crazy, I'm talking to you.'' ''Yeah because only kids can hear and see me. You can talk to me, possibly see me, Patrick can hear me and see me and this kid in the woods could see me and hear me. Then I went to the police station and nobody would listen, on the bus the guy ignored me, not to mention my parents!'' ''That's weird, I'm coming over.'' Lizzy said, ''No,'' I say, ''But Nessie, your alive. I need to see yo-'' '''Isabella who are you talking to?'' Called her mother's voice in the background, ''Nessie!'' She yelled back, ''Don't be silly,'' her mother said coming closer to the phone from the sounds of things, ''Let me see. Give me the phone Isabel, (There was a clank sound as Lizzy handed the phone to her mother) Hello?'' Said a new voice, ''Hi.'' I whispered, ''Isabel go to your room.'' ''But why-'' Clank. Fine, if she can't come here I'll go there. I leave the house and walk down the road, I'd changed before leaving, I'd looked horrible. My dress had been torn and had blood all over it, my face had smudges. I was about to knock on the door, then I remembered I was dead. I went over to Lizzy's window. I threw a rock at it and waited, it opened with a ''what the- oh my god! Nessie!'' She climbed out of the window and gave me a hug, the scary thing was she could feel me, but I couldn't feel her. ''You need to tell me everything so I can tell the police who did this to you, ''My gosh are you okay. You look...'' ''Yeah, I know, I look like a ghost. Maybe that's because I am a ghost.'' ''You don't really be-'' Lizzy said stopping before I big mouth kept speaking, ''I didn't believe when I woke up this morning, but I think I should believe, because this is me now, Lizzy. I'm dead, nobody can see me nor hear me.'' I slump down on the ground and weave grass between my chalky hands. Lizzy sits beside me. ''Do you think your gonna meet a vampire?'' ''Now, there not real,'' I say giving Lizzy a small punch on the arm. '' I'll pretend that didn't hurt, now serious what happen?'' I stumbled, not wanting to go over the horrible events that had happened last night. ''You can tell me anything.'' Lizzy said, I looked into Lizzy's blue eyes, ''Yeah I know. But it hurts to talk about it,''I whisper, ''Please,'' Lizzy said. ''Fine, well last night I wanted to go. I should have waited I know, I'm sorry. Anyway, I kept walking and this guy came up to me. He kept telling me to get in the car, I said no. He got really mad and threw me into the car. Then we got to where ever we were, he tortured me. He shot me, kicked me, punched me and said something about hurting everyone I love.'' My tears dripped from my face to Lizzy's hand, ''My gosh, your tears are bleeding.'' Lizzy moved back, ''What?'' I sobbed, ''Your tears. There...your crying blood.'' I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and gasped, ''Why is this happening to me, why me? Of all people in the world, its me.'' ''Things will be okay, first of all, what did this guy look like?'' Lizzy said handing me a tissue, ''I'm not so sure. He had sunglasses on, his hair was slightly grey and- Oh my god.'' ''What?'' Lizzy said, ''He looked a tiny bit like Mr. Martian.'' ''Look, Ness. I know you don't like the guy, but you can't blame him. In this world you can't blame the people you hate for nothing they did.'' I was staring wide eyed at my friend, ''I am not lying, don't speak to me like I'm not part of this world.'' I said through clenched teeth, ''I'm just say-'' ''He really did look like Mr. Martian, except... His hair was darker and he was taller, Does Mr. Martian have a brother?'' I ask, ''Hey, I'm not spying on the gym teacher for you, and no. Not that I know of, I can get information on Monday for you, though.'' ''That would be good.'' I whisper, ''Let me walk you home.'' Lizzy says shutting her window, ''It's gonna rain, Let me grab my coat.'' I wait in the front yard, ''My gosh girl what happen? Your face is stained with blood.'' A boy says walking towards me, I bury my face in my hands. ''It's nothing, A custom, going to a party, like it?'' He nods, '' Your Nessie Ramsay, ain't you? People said you died.'' I hold my breath and sigh, ''Yeah, you got me. Freaky ghost girl,'' The boy looks at me, ''You look dead, but your breathing.'' I nod, ''I'm a ghost. Died last night,'' The boy laughs, ''I guess I can believe that, you look messed, I'm Mitch.'' ''I'm Nessie, you already, kinda know.'' He smiles, he has blond wavy hair and brown eyes with a rim of green around it. ''Well, my friend is...coming. I'll see you around Mitch.'' ''Kay,'' He waves and walks away, ''Such a cutie, he's in our... my history class.'' Lizzy said, her face brightened. She'd thought of an amazing plan by the look on her face, ''You can still go to school! Even though people older then you can't see you...To bad for them!'' I smiled at the thought, seeing all my friends everyday even though they probably can't see me. '' Liz I won't be able to see Gabi, Casey or Bailey. Because they're older then me,'' Lizzy's smiled faded, ''I could tell them, then If they don't believe me I could grab someone younger then you and ask if you standing there.'' ''Liz, thanks for the help, I will either call you or come by tomorrow.'' She nods and gives me a quick hug, '' Bye, Ness.'' ''Bye, Lizzy.'' I walk the rest of the way home, as I come in I hear nothing but quiet sobs. ''-Yes, that would be great. Thank you very much,'' My father says over the phone, the thing that saddens me is that my dad isn't even sobbing over my death. His either trying to be tough, or he doesn't care. I sit on the blue sofa next to my dad, I lean forward and have a quick look of what he'd written on the torn out page.


    Funeral Plans.
    Time: 5:00 pm
    Place: Haven's lane, cemetery.
    Day: October 5th , Monday.

    Today was October 4 Sunday, so I guess I'm going to my funeral tomorrow. ''Oh, yes, don't be sorry, it's not your fault. It's nothing,'' what's nothing? My death, are you kidding me? ''Dad.'' I whisper with interest on what he was saying, saying that me dying was, nothing. He hangs up and sighs, something fishy was going on, it smelt like a mystery. I smile and run upstairs, I open my door carefully hoping it wouldn't squeak like it always does. I close it without a sound, my walls were a pale pink, my bed sat in the middle of the room. Beside my bed sat my beside table, on top of the table layed open the book I'd been reading recently. My waste bin sat in the corner of the room, the window above my bed was open, I smiled and walked towards it. Looking down the side of the house was a rope, I had used it to sneak out last night. There were clothes on the floor, picking them up the door squeaks. ''No,'' I whisper, Patrick walks in with a yawn. He finds his way to the bed and lies on it. ''Nigh- nigh.'' He would whisper, he pulled the comforter over his head. I hear a couple of sniffles. every night Patrick would come in and lie with me before bed. I walk towards the bed, I give it a pat where the round ball layed. I pulled the comforter over and slipped in with Patrick.



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