What. Was. Going. On?! I was a ghost so why could he see me? Did mediators really exist? Was he really able to see me? Or was he looking at someone behind me? He'd said ghosts. That would mean he could see me! Relief gushes through me, maybe I wouldn't be alone! Maybe I would be able to talk with someone after all! That being said...this guy...sure looked pissed off at finding me there!

"You can see me?" I asked him, hopefully. Praying that I'd get a response of any sort...unlike with the housekeeper.

"Of course I can see you! I thought I'd made it very clear that I did not want any more ghosts following me around!" He exclaimed as if I were an idiot.
What did he mean? Made it very clear...? To who? What was he talking about?

"Now one actually shows up in my room! Well leave! I'm not helping you! I can't." He continued angrily, getting no response from me he looked angrily at me.

"Look, I'm really tired and so just go away please?" I stood my ground "fine! You can talk to me but don't expect any help or for me to listen!"
He walked over to the counter and started pulling something out of his bag. I stayed silent. A million questions raced through my mind but I couldn't put them into words. He obviously didn't know me but he obviously knew something about ghosts. Gathering up my courage I formed a question in my head and got ready to voice it out.

"What do you mean 'made it clear'?" I asked him.

"To the previous ghost I met, old man, you may know him. I told him to pass the message" Why would I know an old man? Oh my god! Don't tell me I was an old women! Seriously? I can't take much more of this!

"How old do I look?! Am I...like..seventy?" I blurted out. The boy looked up at me, with a raised eyebrow. Then he realised I was serious. Blinking fast a few times, he brushed a strand of hair off of his face.

"No...you look..like a nineteen year old..?" He said in a questioning tone. Relief flooded me.

"Thank god!" I exclaimed happily. For some reason he seemed more interested in me now, curiosity lingered in his eyes, as well as confusion.

"What do you mean 'thank god' you become a ghost at the age you die. So obviously you would know you were nineteen" he states simply. Well, looks like I was an exception. I couldn't remember anything about myself. Most certainly not my age. I told him this. He leaned on his table and stared at me.

"That's weird.." he said finally "you're obviously dead, but ghosts don't lose their memories" I frowned at him, so why had I lost mine?
"Well, I float through walls, I'm cold, people don't see me and...oh yeah...I'm dead! What more do you need to be a ghost?" I demand from him. Annoyance grips me, must he remind me I'm dead?

"Woah! Slow down there hot head. Your dead, face it, your a ghost, face it. I can't help you. Face it!" He said indifferently.

"Do you have to remind me?!" I exclaim at him, something about this guy made my temper flare. Maybe it was his arrogance. Maybe it was how he seemed so cocky. Maybe it was how he didn't care at all. Or how he wouldn't give the "your dead!" Thing a rest.

"Hey, I never asked you to show up on my doorstep."

"And I never wanted to! Look one minute I was dead and the next minute I was here!" I snap.

"Oh no, you're not one of my fan girls are you?" Why this arrogant pig!

"No one would be dumb enough to like you!" I say sarcastically, sure he was good-looking but his personality? Rotten.

"Shows what you know, now I don't care what your situation is, could you please leave me alone?" He says, sarcastically begging. Fine! Even if he was the one person who could see me there's no way I'll put up with him!

"Fine!" I half yell, before storming out of there.

★★★★

Arrogant jerk! How could he kick me out of there like that? It's not like I had anywhere else to go! It must have gotten later since I last been out, London city was now full of rich nightlife, clubs were active and drunkards roamed the streets. Deafening music blared out of huge speaker through cracks in doors. A few couples enjoyed romantic dates and several cars drove straight through me.

Where would I stay? Well I was a ghost, no one could see me so I could go anywhere right? Damn that jerk for kicking me out like that! Being a ghost....I thought that being able to live there was one of the perks. Guess I thought wrong.

Turning the block, I found a quiet looking house and floated in through the window. The parents were already asleep. One little boy was quietly playing dungeons and dragons under his sheets. I guess this house, I could stay at. But what would I do? It would be so boring....it's not like I could read books or watch movies....

Can ghosts sleep? Well, technically, they shouldn't be able to. Afterall, sleeping was for health and weariness, when your a ghost 'health' doesn't matter anymore... I mean you are dead! However I guess weariness mattered even so.

I took the couch and closed my eyes, it was difficult because I had to concentrate not to fall right through it. In the end I decided to take the floor. Each time I almost drifted off, I'd find myself on it anyway! I don't know if I fell asleep. But I certainly lost conscious after awhile.

★★★

I woke up in a few hours. I looked for the clock I'd seen hanging on the mantle place of this house but couldn't find it. Looking around I realised I was back at that guy's home again! What the heck?! I couldn't be mistaken, when had I got here? As far as I know, I don't sleep walk! I got up so fast that if I wasn't a ghost, and you know...not solid, my head would've definetly hit the table.

"Why are you here again?" A voice asked me. Crawling out from under the table, I glared at the boy...well I guess he wasn't really a boy.

"Trust me, I don't know. I slept at some neighbours house and I woke up and boom! Here I am!" I said, praying he wouldn't think I was some clingy freaky ghost.

I put his hand onto his forehead and sighed. He seemed to be thinking hard. His face remained expressionless, then he finally seemed to have come to a conclusion.

"Look, somehow your death has tied you to this place. You'reDEAD but you haven't moved on! So could you please hurry it up?!". Again with the reminding me I'm dead? Wow this guy was on a different level of rude!

"Look, if I knew how I would've already tried! Even though your company will be greatly missed!" I countered sarcastically.

"Your dead s-"

"Look! I know I'm dead! Could you stop repeating yourself!" I said angrily.

"No! You obviously haven't come to terms with your death so your still stuck here!"

"Well it would've been a hell of a lot easier if I could remember anything!" I yelled at him. Did he think I wanted to be here like this? Not alive but not completely dead?

"That's stupid! All ghosts remember their lives!"

"Well...then what am I?" I asked him, I felt disattached to my own voice. He sighed angrily.

"Fine! What do you remember? I have a life I want to get back to! So let's figure this out fast!"
I nodded, the sooner the better after all. This guy was always angry...or was it just me? I guess anybody wouldn't like a ghost suddenly disturbing their calm and quiet life, in that way..it's sort of understandable.

He sat down on the couch and I followed suit. "OK so all I remember is a flash of light and...your face." He stared at me, as if to say 'why my face'. He didn't ask the question but I answered anyways.

"I don't know. I don't think I knew you though." He nodded, acting more understanding than I'd expected.

"If you remember a flash of light...you were probably in a car accident."

"Wow, you really are Sherlock Holmes aren't you!" I said sarcastically. He grinned sheepishly, then as if he just realised he was smiling he quickly hid it.

"I'll try to pull up newspaper articles about recent car crashes . In the mean time....remember this...YOU ARE DEAD" he said, emphasizing the last three words. Again?! I got angry this time. Before I knew what I was doing, of raised my hand to slap him. Well no harm done right? It'll probably go right through him....but it didn't..

My palm contracted with his face and I'm pretty sure it hurt him. His eyes widened and even I got a shock. The place I'd hit him became slightly red. Why could I touch him? I was a ghost for Pete's sake! People had been walking through me all day! So why was he an exception?

"How did you...?" He asked me

"I-I don't know... I thought it would just go right through you...I didn't even concentrate..."

"So..for some reason..you can touch me?" He said and I nodded.

"You're the only one who can see me and now I can touch you? Weird. Are you sure you didn't know me...when I was...you know..alive?" I asked him, because that was the only conclusion I could draw up. Maybe I knew him well and so even after death he could see me.

"No, I'm pretty sure I didn't. Are you sure your not a fan of mine...?" I rolled my eyes. No, he's right. I didn't know him, he wasn't the type I would know. Fan girl? Was that possible? Was I in love with him? Is that why I stayed back? What a fickle reason. That doesn't seem right though.

"I don't think so, maybe you were somehow involved in my death or I had a conversation with you or something like that...?" He shook his head, "definetly not" he stated.

"Alright, now back to business, I don't want you living here. Hurry up and find your reason for staying and leave!"

"I'd love to! Now tell me how!" I exclaim, crossing my hands. Jeez! This jerk! No way I could've been a fan of his!
He scowls at me, but doesn't say anything to counter what I just said.

"Heath, my name is Heath. If we're going to be stuck with each other for a little while we should at least know each others names. So? What's yours?" He says suddenly. I blushed and looked at the floor. I don't know my name. The letter 'J' came to my head.

"I don't remember..." I muttered. He looks shocked. I quickly search for something to say.

"I remember that it starts with a 'J' though. I think..." he nods quickly. Was he being considerate?

"Fine J, I'll call you that." I nod, and smile slightly. Even though he was an arrogant jerk...at least I had someone to talk to.

"Now, since your bunking in my house, you'll have to obey the rules."

"You're not to pester me or even talk to me. You are not to disturb me. You are not to get up to any ghostly mischief and if you do something I don't like I have the right to make a rule about it right then and there."

Wow, what a stiff. Fine I'll say I will follow through with the rules. Who says I have to? Maybe I would've if he'd just said please. Even if I do piss him off, it's not like he can throw me out, I'm a ghost after all. I smile sweetly at Heath.

"Of coooourse!" I drawl. Looking unsure he turns away and mutters "somehow, I don't trust that" well, big surprise there.

★★★★

There really is nothing to do as a ghost. Until Heath gets home from work I can't even pester him. It really is very boring. I wonder how it was for me when I was alive. I don't remember living but I still can't believe I'm dead. In truth I don't want to believe it. I want to keep hoping that there is some way.... some way that this is all just a bad dream.

You may say, 'it's stupid to live in a fantasy world' but when reality gets too harsh..the fantasy is all that keeps you sane. Sighing, I look out of the window, the sky is greying. I guessed that a rainstorm was on its way. I found myself wandering if Heath would be able to get back before it.

The tingling of a bell and the smell of hot chocolate waffles drifted towards me. I saw a man setting up a cart full of waffles. People were gathering around him, I couldn't feel it but it must've been pretty cold outside. Hot waffles must have seemed like heaven in the cold.

I longed to taste it, I gazed at the hot dripping chocolate sauce from my window, the crisp golden brown of the checkered waffles, looks delicious, delectable, beautiful. If I was still alive I would definetly have tried that. I left the house and drifted towards the cart. Standing in front of it I watched the man setting up the toppings.

Propping my elbows up on the stall, I hummed a song under my breath. The man suddenly looked towards me and my breath caught, could he see me? He stretched out a waffle towards me, without thinking about it, I stretched my arm out to receive it. My outstretched fingers went right through it. A girl behind me grabbed it and ran to her friends.

I let my fingers go limp and drifted away to a park bench. Burying my head in my legs, I closed my eyes and let my mind go blank. So stupid! I'd actually gotten hopeful? I'm dead! I knew tears were falling but I did nothing to stop them. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Lightning flashed across, tracing patterns in the sky. A few girls screamed in shock.

The rain came down in torrents, I didn't move. I raised my face towards the sky. The rain was falling right through me, I wished I could feel it. I think I used to love that feeling. I guess I'll never feel that kind of thing again huh?

"What are you doing?" A voice said, I didn't look up. It wasn't for me, no one could see me after all.

"Hey! Ghost girl! " the voice said again. Looking up, my eyes met Heath's. They looked friendlier than I thought they'd be. The light green felt like a gentle breeze. They were like light emeralds. I wish I had eyes like that. Who knows, maybe I did.

"Look, ghosts can't get wet but I am getting soaked. So don't flatter yourself. I'm not going to stand here waiting for you. So come in when you feel like it" saying this he turned his heel and walked back towards the house. Very cheerful! Wow, thanks Heath! You totally cheered me up! Green eyed Jerk!

I stayed there for a few more minutes before getting up and making my way back to the house. When I entered it, the lights were all out. I made my way up the staircase. When I reached the room and opened the door, lightning struck just outside the window and a black apparition stood there, illuminated by the brief lightning. I screamed in shock. The apparition jumped.

"What?!" It demanded, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness I focused on the figure in front of me. Oh man! It was just Heath! I thought it was a ghost!

"Sorry, I thought you were a..."

"A ghost?" He asked, amusement in his voice. I nodded, so embarrassing!

"What the heck are you afraid of? You're the scariest thing in this house!" He said, half laughing.

Turning my embarrassment to bravado, I strode over to the bed, head held high and flopped onto it, concentrating so I wouldn't fall through it.

★★★★

Heath and I were fighting...again! This time it was because I'd listed all the bad effects of drinking beer. He'd gotton annoyed. What?! Drinking beer really is bad for your health! The lights had come back on now but the lightning was still going on outside.

I watched Heath take out another can of beer. Sure, it was a mild variety but taking mild poison still gets you killed. I pointed this out to him.

"Give it a rest," he said, settling down on the sofa, he turned out the television. It was really lightning badly outside. A bolt struck the grounds outside, the television screen blinked a few times. I remembered stories of how bad it was to watch television in thunderstorms.

"You might want to turn that off, lots of people have died, watching T.V in a storm,"

"Shut up J! Jeez! New rule, don't talk to me while I'm watching T.V!" He exclaimed. Now this was annoying! How dare he fix another rule! Arrogant ass! Well just for that he was going to miss whatever that television show was!

I went over to him. "Will you switch off the T.V as an apology for being rude?" I asked him sweetly. He didn't even bother to respond. Fine, he had his chance!

I got on to the small table that was in front of the television and spread myself on top of it, blocking his view of the T.V, he looked really annoyed.

"Get off! You're not made of glass! I cannot see!" He said angrily. I smirked at him. Then I started singing Hallelujah at the top of my voice. Totally off key, to annoy him more. This'll teach him to be rude!

Covering his ears, he groaned. Grabbing the remote he turned up the volume to the max.

"HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUUUUUUUUUJAAAAH!" I sang even louder. Then I changed the song.

"GIVE YOOOOUR HEAAART A BREAK! DON'T WANNA BREEEEEEAAK YOUR HEAAART!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Yes, it was off key. Yes, it must've been annoying but no, I couldn't stop. I was annoyed. I was happy to annoy him. All he did was be rude to me, now it was my turn to get back at him.

"LOVE ME LIKE YOOOOOU DOOOO! LAAA LAAAA LOVE ME!" I sang, raising my pitch to an extreme level. Groaning he placed his hands on his ears and flopped his head into a cushion on the sofa. Heath still refused to turn off the television. Fine! He was asking for it!

"WHAAAAT ARE YOOU WAITING FOOOR?!?!" I sang louder.

"FINE! You damned ghost! Just SHUT UP!"

Success! I triumphantly grinned. He scowled at me but turned off the television. I was always losing our little verbal battles so it felt really good to win this one. Well..singing battle, in this case.

Heath left to take a shower and I resumed my ghostly existence by sitting at my window. It's so weird...why can I remember things like songs and yet have forgotten what my life was like before my death?

If Heath's reaction to my memory loss was any inclination...other ghosts remembered their past, so why had I forgotten? Was there some trauma related to my death? Was there some mystery? Was that why I hadn't moved on? Was I meant to figure out my past before I could?

There was only very little I could do in that aspect, I'm a ghost after all. Even if someone could see me...they were likely to suffer a heart attack before they could reveal anything.

If anything...the only chance I had...was with Heath....

"J? Listen I was thinking.." Heath started saying then catching sight of my expression he stopped and instead said "what's up?"

"Ceiling, wow, arrogant, cocky, jerk and blind" I answered jokingly.

"Very funny, now what are you thinking about?" He said, ignoring my criticism. Well it's now or never after all.

"I was thinking that maybe... I have some.... unfinished business..." I said to him. He nodded unexpectedly.

"Yeah, in truth I was thinking the same thing. You're way to much of a pest to be held back just because you haven't come to terms with being dead," he said unemotionally.

"Ignoring the fact that you insulted me and reminded me I was dead all in one sentence, I think your right. That's why I need your help" I scowled at him.

"Your joke is not even funny" he said, evading my statements true meaning. I raised my eyebrows at him and he realised I was being completely serious. He raised up his hands, as if to push away my reasoning.

"No. Way. In. Hell." He emphasized each word. Oh no, he wasn't going to be the reason my chance to move on slipped away like that!

"Yes you are. Think about it. I most certainly can't go asking anybody because A. They can't see me and B. Even if they did I would most certainly scare the living daylights out of them" I say, keeping my voice matter-a-fact. I knew Heath understood my reasoning but there was no way he would give in that easily.

"Not my problem. I never even knew you. You're just a random ghost that wandered into my home. A random annoying ghost." Annoying huh? Okay, I could work with that.

"My point exactly, I'm your pesky ghost after all. Remember the television, the beer. If you don't help me I may be stuck with you forever and trust me I can make everything that happened today happen everyday."

"Look, you are bound to this house, I'll leave if that's the case. Figure this out yourself." He said angrily but I'm pretty sure he was caving in now.

"I don't think it's this house...I think it's you."

"What?"

"Think about it, my last memory was you. Before I met you I left the house but wasn't dragged back. So like it or not..you're stuck with me!" Of course, I had no idea if it was true but as I said it I grew more convinced of it by the second. Maybe I am good at reasoning!

Heath looked serious as he gave what I just said some thought. I knew he wanted his life back, he couldn't deal with me, another 'person' every single day for as long as he lived. It would be like...getting married when you were sixteen...or a girlfriend you couldn't get rid of....a relationship you couldn't break....

Heath looked up to me. He seemed to be summing me up. Then his face fell. My heart did a whoop of triumph, looks like the game was on.

"So" I said, inching closer to him "are" taking another step "you" another step "in?" I stopped in front of him, a few inches apart. I locked my eyes to his. Strangely, I felt a slight spark in my heart. Heath's eyes lighted up a bit too. He scowled at me, I could practically hear him cursing me in his head but all he said was...

"Fine."