The Broken

possible help

“you busy writing again rain.” a male voice comes from behinf me startles my thoughts.

I quickly shut my book “oh hey eric i didnt see you there what can i so for you.”

He smiles and comes into the room “just checking on my favorite writer down here.” he says running a hand through his short black hair hir blue eyes peircing through to my soul.

“eric i think im the only writer down here thank you very much.” i say as i block the papers from him.

“always so secretive about what you write its kinda cute.” he says with a smile.

I look over at my writing trying to hide a blush. See yes i have grown attached to him but i dont want him to think im weird. “well maybe im that way because there are sneakers like you who go places they arent supposed to.” i mutter trying to keep the smile from creeping into my voice.

“maybe dont make it so easy to sneak up on.” he says leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

I look up at him his lightly golden brown skin going with his black shirt and and jeans the shirt tighening against his arms.

“hey earth to rain you good.” he says catching my attention causing me to shake my head.

“oh yeah sorry but like i said at least i dont lurk in doorways like you do.” i say finally smiling up at him.

He smiles back “well next time be more aware of whats around you alright short stuff.” he says before walking back to my doorway. “and hey maybe if you open up you can see whats going on aroundf you more then just your little bubble.” he says before leaving.

I blush at the comment and wait for him to leave before i reopen my book again the pages moving against my fingertips.

Okay so yes i do like eric but i also like thomas whos back home in the real world. Although i think hes moved on to someone knew and there is nothing wrong with just looking at him. I wonder what his life was before this though i just know hes supposed to be 25 this year. Anyways enough about daydreaming about a boy i can never touch back to the lessons. So each one of us have gifts like i said there is fire obviusly and water and air and earth which you knew already. Then theres a few of us with the gift of spirt we see life and death thats the ones who see the life timers above the livings head. Except for the spirts like me we get to feel the death of the person and some times its excrutating and others its quick and the only one other then us to know about it is death itself. So we try and keep on deaths good side so the death pain isnt as bad as it had been before.

Although death isnt as bad as people think they are doing a job like hades in greek mythology to death its a job that must be done otherwise the earth will become to cluttered with death that no new life could come through. either way death isnt as bad as most people say. Though to those who do fins this and read it you will be sad at first then you slowly adapt to being forgoten and as ive said NEVER EVER use your gifts here it will be your last mistake or the last thing you ever wish to do. But other then that life is simple and remeber to live your fullest life as i hope this reaches the people with this plauge.

I sigh and set my pen down and look at the pages before putting them together in a folder and hide it in a small drawer in my dresser. I shut the light off and leave my room and roam the darkenned halls hoping for someone yet begging for nothing to be around.