In My Head

    I ran into the girl's bathroom, trying to calm my flames of anger. After wiping my bloody nose, and putting a wet paper towel on my soon-to-be black eye,  I opened up a stall, and sat on the lid of the toilet seat. I locked the door, and pulled my legs to my chest. Trying to distract myself, I looked at the etchings and scribbles that girls before me have made into the walls. 'I've sucked a dick!' one read, misspelling the word 'dick'. It has a 'c' in
there, honey. 'Alyssa's a b***h!' another read, in permanent black ink. But I think the one that was most humorous was 'Janet is so dumb!', and the dumb was missing a B.
    I didn't notice the cool breeze, and the chills running down my spine. I did notice the voice though.
    What is wrong, little bluebird? a male voice asked me. I quickly looked around, searching for the speaker. But, no one was there. I peeked above the stall door, but the bathroom was empty. No giggly girls playing with their hair, or reapplying makeup. It creeped me the hell out.
     No, bluebird. I'm in your head. the voice said again. This time I could tell he was younger, like my age. Maybe a year or two older.
      Who are you? Where are you? How can I hear you in my head? I thought. Silence. Maybe he couldn't hear my thoughts. I repeated my thoughts, feeling like an idiot talking to myself.
      I am a spirit, and I can speak inside your head. I am dead, so I am in the Otherworld. He said. I nearly s**t my pants, because I wasn't expecting a response. (Well, maybe I was, a teeny bit.  But seriously? I'm not insane!)
       "What's your name?" I asked the air.
       I was called Nicholas in my other life. But you can call me Nick, blue bird.
      "Why do you keep calling me that?"
       Calling you what?
      "Bluebird."
       Because your body reminds me of the graceful bird. And your eyes are a sparkly blue, of the sea. I flinch, because I'm not used to people complimenting me. Nick continues. So, bluebird, what is wrong?  I sigh. Should I tell what happened to a voice in my head? Am I going insane? I didn't care.
      "During class, a substitute teacher took away this chick's cell phone for texting during class. The girl got pissed, grabbed the sub by her hair, and demanded that the sub gave it back. The sub couldn't do s**t, so the girl grabbed the cell from her hand. I was angry, so I got up, and shoved the girl away from the sub." I sighed, remembering. "I said 'What the f is your problem?' and the girl punched me.
       "I stumbled back, but managed to get a good punch in her face before the cops came. They got my story, then I came here." After I finished, I leaned against the wall.
       You were brave, standing up to that bully. His voice said after a long time.
       "No, I was ignorant."
        Whatever. I still think you are a fighter. I laughed. I am sorry, bluebird. But I must leave, for now. I shall be back soon.   Nick said, and I could feel him fading away. I sat there, on the germ infested tile, for what seemed like forever. Then, after picking up my backpack, I walked home.

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      I looked over at the clock again. 1:03AM. I sighed, and rolled onto my side. I could never sleep at night. I felt a chill run down my spine, and a slight breeze in my hair.
     Hello, bluebird.
     "Hi, Nick," I whispered to the darkness. I smiled to myself.
     I am sorry I took so long, I had some business to do.
     "Otherworldly buisness?"
     Sorry, that's confidential. I nodded. It was silent for a while. I liked the silence, but there was a question thats been bugging me.
     "How did you-I mean, did you-well," I began. Nick interrupted me.
      How did I die? he asked. I nodded. I was murdered. Nick said bluntly. I gulped, this was not what I was expecting. My mother and I were getting back from seeing a movie, when a thief came up and stole her jewelry. I ran after him, but he turned around and shot me. My mother ran away, leaving my dead body. That was one year ago.  I could hear the sadness in his voice. It made me shiver.
       "I'm so sorry..." I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
       Don't be. I'm over it, and I'm fine with death. I can talk to you. I smiled. We bagn talking, about life, school, aspirations, dreams. He told me that he was planning to be a psychologist, which I thought was funny for someone to want to be. I told hm about my dreams of becoming an artist.
           I looked out the window. The crescent moon was at the highest point in the sky. It seemed very romantic, and the crickets chirping serenaded it. I had to be apart of it.
       "I'm going outside," I told Nick.
        Bluebird, its dangerous outside! I ignored his warning, and jumped out my window. It was on the first floor, so I didn't fall very long. I landed on clean cut grass, and I inhaled the scent. It smelled like spring. I was still wearing my clothes I had on this afternoon, because pajamas chafed my skin for some reason. Walking down the streets downtown, I realized that this city wasn't a friendly happy town. There were people in baggy clothing huddled together, girls in fishnets and high boots waiting on a street corner, smoking. I felt a shiver run through my veins.
         I think you should go back...Nick said in my head. I almost agreed with him. But I also felt a rush of danger from being here. The burning sensation in my chest that pounded 'Danger' with every pulse. Was I a thrill addict? A hedonist? Did I care? I thought of Nick. I cared about him. I cared about few things. On that list was: Art, Converse, and my Grandmother.
         Turning a corner, I ran into a shadey guy, who gave me a poisonous feeling at the bottom of my stomach. He reeked of alcohol and smoke, and he wasn't quite coordinated.
          "Hey-"-he burped-"babe. Wanna go have some fun?"  he asked, his speech slurred. I gagged at his breath. I slowly backed away.
          "No, thank you, Sir." I said, and it killed me to be polite.
          "Aw, don't be that way," he said, and he pulled out a gun from his shirt. I yelped.
          Bluebird! Do not run. Say that your parents know where you are. I almost melted at the sound of Nick's voice, but I obeyed.
           "My parents know I'm here," I warned. The man snorted.
           "Sure, sweetheart. Your parents approve of you being here in the middle of the night." I gulped.
             Say that you have a gun too.
             "I-I have a gun too!" I said, sounding a lot more confident than I felt. He laughed, which reminded me of how hyenas laughed.
             "Come on, little girlie. It'll be great!" he said. He made a move towards me.
             Screw this, just run. I nodded, and bolted out of his reach. Then I heard a deafening sound. It exploded in my ears, and I felt a huge pain in my chest. Like my soul had just ripped out of my body. Then it was black.
            Bluebird...I love you...

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  It was really bright. I shielded my eyes from the light, until my eyes adjusted. I saw a shadow. I was terrified, because I didn't know what the hell was going on. Blinking, I could see his features. He was my age, and had golden brown hair and green eyes. He had a blue t-shirt and black skinnys on. His pale lips were pulled up into a smile.
   "Bluebird?" he asked, a tear running down his cheek.
    "Nick!" I shouted, and ran towards him.
            

       
     
             
    
 
     

Author's Note

...I feel happy and sad at the same time. I am proud of this story. Even though it didnt have much detail. Oh, and the story that she told about the girl assaulting the sub, thats a true stroy of what happened today at school. But I didnt defend her :(. Im too cowardly!

Reviews

[Little Miss Strange]

While all in all, this was a good ride, the ending felt rushed. She died too quickly. Take your time, and this could be a great story.

[♪GetUse2MyMelodie..]

well i didnt defend the sub either,no one did.....i dont think i wuld of done wat this girl did nd i feel guilty bout it but at lease nothin bad happen that day o nd yeah the stuf on the bathroom i saw those too and its pretty funny ^-^

but awesome story too nd i dont care im complimentin you nd u should lik it! =)

[Bella-Marie]

Wow, poor sub teacher and such an awesome storyline! I think this could be improved upon a lot but if you keep this sort of plotline up I'd be your no1 nfan!