Chapter 1: Ghost Girl
It's raining outside, a real thunderstorm. Who would say! Really when you can see ghost you realize you hate rainy days, it looks like ghosts love it.
That's right I can see ghosts, and I know this can be scary seeing this for the first time but really I've seen them for so long that it does not bother me that much.
Well, not when they try to kill me.
My name is Sabrina ghost, 24 years old. That's right, ghost, ironic? I do not think so, since I live with ghosts.
I realized that I could see a ghost when my parents died in front of me. We were coming back from the restaurant night. The night of the restaurant was a tradition for our family, at least once in the week we all went out together to eat out. As a good child I was, these were my favorite days, as I was allowed to eat whatever I wanted.
I do not remember very well what happened that night, right after we left the parking lot. In a state of drowsiness for having eaten too much, I soon fell asleep. We were living at Harpers Crossroads in North Carolina. It was a quiet and pretty normal community I remember. Although I do not remember well what happened that night I remember well the cries and cries of my parents, I remember the smell of gasoline and the smoke in my lungs preventing me from breathing, the pain was unbearable it was as if my body had been used as a laboratory experiment without anesthesia, had blood everywhere. I do not know how I got out of the car, but I was found on the road ten feet from the accident. But one thing I remember, as if it were day, my mother telling me in a voice full of pain.
"Do not look, Sabrina, you should never look into their eyes.
Somehow I survived, I woke up at Chathan Hospital in Chatham County two months later. I was in a coma for two months with a head injury and a broken arm.
Apparently that night, I died. For at least five minutes was what they said, a miracle or something. That night I lost everything. My family, my home, my whole life changed after that. I did not go to the funeral and not to the funeral of my parents. It was very surreal, like in a dream, I had both by my side in one minute and the other they were gone. So I was alone.
Or so I thought. The night I woke up from the coma there was a snow-white cat, its fur seemed to glow, its eyes were bi colores from a dark green to a shimmering blue. He was lying on top of me with his head on his paws looking at me. The doctors and nurses entered the room shortly afterwards, were examined, and a psychologist from the hospital came to talk to me about the death of my parents. But at no time did any of them look at the cat above me, no one seemed to see him and he did not seem at all worried. He slept most of the time without any concern.
With the innocence of a child, I went to sleep at night believing that the white cat on top of me was nothing but a confused head. The other day the cat was not there, I thought what I saw was nothing and I was quiet the rest of the afternoon at the hospital. But the night when nurse came to help me in the shower he came. He entered the room as if he owned it, and again the nurse did not seem to notice.
Then half afraid I decided to ask. The nurse who took care of me was a chubby, short woman with a round, serene face, she was kind to me. Thinking now should be well accustomed to babysitting. Her name was Jasmine.
"Jasmine, is it all right that this cat stays here?"
She stopped what she was doing in the bathroom and came to me curiously.
_ Cat? _ She asked looking around.What cat, Honey? There are no cats here.
For a minute I waited thinking she was going to say, '' There's not got you! '' But that did not come. Then I pointed to the cat at my feet lying down.
_ This cat, the white cat of yesterday_ I explained to her_ He was here yesterday also when I woke up.
She looked where I was pointing her face changed a bit was not curious but scared. She kept looking where I was pointing but what it seemed she could not see.
"Come on, my dear, this is not funny." He ran his hand over my head, stroking my dark hair and tried to smile. "There's no white cat here. Come on, let's take a shower, okay.
She took me to the bathroom, the rustling on the bed told me that the cat had moved, when I looked back it was following me.
"You can not!" Without thinking I screamed at the cat, startling Jasmine who jumped in alarm. The cat stopped and sat looking at me, looking irritated.
"What is it?" She asked me.
"He wants to get in the bathroom with us," I said, pointing at him. Again Jasmine looked scared and very pale. "You can not go into the bathroom while I take a shower," I told him. The cat sniffed and curled up on the bed again.
Jasmine kneeled beside me with her hands on my shoulders squeezing me, her soft voice was hoarse she looked right into my eyes.There are no cats in this room.
I looked at her confused.
"Yes, I did, I went to where the cat was and even with a little fear of him I caught him in the lap, look, see? he is white has one green eye and the other is blue.
His hair was so soft it was heavy but he purred like a puppy when I ran a hand through his big body.
I keep thinking what it looked like to nurse Jasmine, a girl holding something invisible in her lap, passing her hand over something she could not see. Now grown up I kind of laugh but that was really the beginning of a complicated life.
Still in the hospital after giving this scare to Mrs. Jasmine things got kind of ugly. She told the others about the cat incident as I like to call it. The doctors and the psychologist came and asked a lot of questions about my cat (even at that time the white cat was the '' my '' cat). I told them I said I could see and that was not smart.
They gave me medicine. And I took obedience.
Two days after taking the pills I could no longer see the white cat, the doctors adored the news, they seemed relieved. Although I did not see the cat I could hear other things, whispers, voices and screams came from everywhere I could not tell from where, from the floor of the walls under the bed.
I told them again and decided to increase the dosage of the remedies. Another stupid thing, now I could see, what I whispered. They were people, but not normal people. They were everywhere in the hallways, my room had someone else's room, bathroom the patio. Sometimes I saw them following someone else. They came and went in every way and they were all kinds of kids younger than me, someone my age, an old man, a teenager, somebody older.
It did not matter what they were because they all had something in common. No one could see them and they were dead. After I realized and understood what I was seeing things got worse because again I told the doctors. They did not believe me. Then things got worse because I could see them and then they realized that they could see me, too.
Two years with a psychologist made me realize that I could no longer ask for help or scream for help and then I ignored any ghost that appeared in front of me, I ignored until he or she left and left me alone. There were times when I could not ignore it. In the orphanage (the first of many I've been) ghost would follow me and hurt me, no one knew how I hurt myself then they came to the conclusion that I was doing it myself and they decided to transfer me to another orphanage.
And so was my childhood. I was 7 when my parents died, spent the next three years jumping from orphanage to orphanage and from school to school, in the middle said solving and listening to ghost problems. I had no friends, I could not have been too dangerous, I hurt myself, I was pushed up stairs, the elevators went crazy with me inside. I can say that I went through bad times.
The people around me called me a stranger, the girl who has no friend. I think they thought I was some kind of crazy.
At age ten things started to change I met someone, an eighteen year old girl dressed in black from head to toe. Maria to the Reaper, 18 years old (she only appeared in the show, she is much older than this) black boots, leather pants a black top and a black top that covered most of her body. When I first saw her I was hanging out on the tapas with a ghost of a thirty-something man, so I understood at the time he had just died; he was trying to escape her.
It was my first experience with a grim reaper and it was the first time I saw anyone beat a ghost without being my cat. Yes my cat reappeared after I stopped taking the pills. After the initial shock of seeing a girl in the hood beating a face bigger than her in the middle of the center with a lot of people passing over them as if they were just a pile of dust. I decided to ignore and also to pass as if I had not seen anything, but (even if going through a ghost is something I've done even though it's kind of nasty and disgusting) this time I could not, I collided with the reaper and both of us fell into the floor.
It was embarrassing for me to fall into that place as if I had stumbled on myself, but to Maria it was a surprise, so much surprise that the guy took advantage and ran away. I got up as fast as I could and started to run but I was not fast enough Maria reached me easy easy.
"Oh, my brat!" She pulled my backpack by the strap on her back, almost pulling me off the floor. "I can not believe you can see me. This is amazing. So what's your name?
I did not answer for a long time, wondering whether or not to say my name to a complete stranger. I decided to tell the truth at last.
_ Sabrina Ghost.
She laughed at my surname and it irritated me so I let go of her hands tightly.
_A problem with this? _ I looked for a fight.
_ Ay, relax little girl_ she raised her hands as if surrendering_ funny name just that. Can you see them then?
_ Of course I can see you.
_ You? _ She laughed again seemed to be having fun._I'm not like them.
I looked right at her, did not really look like a ghost, but I knew ghost can be deceptive when they want.
"So who are you?" I asked curiously.
_ I am Maria, a Death Reaper.
And that was the beginning of a great friendship, I thought.
Now, still looking out my window in my room on the second floor of a four-story Seattle building, I could see silvery gleams all over the street, I think they like the rain so much because they must feel the drops of water falling from the sky. Well I'm not sure and I do not even want to question them, so I just walk out the window and back to my bed. My white cat, the snowball was lying asleep on top of my pillow. I lay down beside him with a sigh.
What happens after you die ?? I do not know I never died. But from what I've seen you have a week to choose what to do. There are three types of ghost I classify as the good, the bad and the regular. The good at heart are automatic and go, I think, to heaven, because every time a white light appears and I do not know, it wraps around them and they disappear. The bad guys just get rotten and run down the earth. And the regulars, they just sit around corroding to go somewhere. Those who manage to get out of these three conditions are hunted by the death reapers.
I've never met anyone who can see a ghost like me and I do not think I'll ever meet him!
Not that I'm complaining, even though it's scary I do not want other people to see what I see. But things got better after Maria and I became friends, she came to see me often and I felt safe.
At twelve I lived a very normal life, I was adopted by a police officer, her name is Jennifer; Jenn for the intimates. I tried to be a good girl, but the ghost will continue to appear. Sometimes things got out of control and they messed up the whole house Jenn was furious. Maria showed up whenever she wanted and she was still my best friend. Jenn thought that Maria was my imaginary friend, Maria was dying to laugh at it, I was irritated.
Jenn found out about ghosts and things about me when I was 14 years old she was solving a police house about a murder, the girl who died came home with her, at first I did not see her and did not pay attention but I started listening the cries and the cries. My cat was very annoyed and stood in front of the ghost with the hairs all low snarled. Mary came soon after that and hell was let loose in the house.
Maria started to fight with the dead woman my cat got in the middle and without taking care of myself I also got in the middle trying to appease the three. And that was how Jenn found me in the middle of an invisible hurricane.
"What are you doing, Sabrina?"
_It's nothing, can you climb up there please?
At that moment Maria slipped, my cat jumped onto the couch and the ghost woman grabbed Maria's cloak by pulling her out of her head. Mary fell on the coffee table and Jenn cried out in alarm.
_ But what that? Where did this girl leave?
Understand Death Reapers are a ghost who have died for several and several years and are allowed to return to this world to help those who are going to die to cross into the other world. Then when Mary takes off her cloak she becomes visible for everyone to see. Although it is forbidden. In that case the person you saw was the one I did not want you to see. So I did what any sensible person would do.
Jenn is not what you're thinking! You can let me explain everything.
_ Hi! What's up? Maria smiled. And Jenn fainted.
And my life got a little more complicated than it was before.
Good memories, I think as I lie in bed to sleep. Jenn and Maria talked, she cried for me, telling me how I could go through so much alone and said I did not have to lie anymore. For me it was great, we solved the house of the dead woman practically the same day, me, Jenn and Maria.
At some point in my life I stopped feeling afraid and began to use my, so to speak, powers. I'd be surprised how Seattle can be scary. I was called in to help with murder cases at the Seattle police department. Together my mother and I have solved many cases using me as bait.
I could do what the police could not do and I was good at it. I began to charge and did the work that fell into my hands. Considering the danger of my "job" Jenn forced me to do martial arts classes so that I could defend myself and that helped me a lot.
I was known in the city and sometimes people came from outside just to talk to me.
Just to make it clear. I am neither a psychic nor a psychic. I only see what you do not see.
And that's my power !!!
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