Dark Spirit (not Finished)

She sat alone thinking in the dark night.  I was on a walk when I noticed her.  I always went on walks when I was worried about something.  But some how I didn't know what I was worried about!  I always saw her but never said anything.  I always felt like going up to her and just saying Hi!  She seemed not real like she was a doll.  Sometimes she would sit on the same bench by me but neither of us would talk.  She never talked to anyone, at least when I was near her.  1

Sometimes people would try to talk to her.  But she couldn't hear them she is in her own world.  She was different from any other person I knew.  To me she was special; other people said she was weird and would make fun of her.  I never talked about her, even if my friends started to.  That wasn't the kind of person I am.  I never talked about anyone I didn't know very well.  But for some reason I felt like I did know her in a way.  2

The girl was in a red dress and a nice pair of red high heel shoes.  Her make-up was smeared and it was if she was crying earlier. Her beautiful curly strawberry blond hair looked perfect though.  Finally I have the courage to say “Hey is everything alright” and for once she finally talked to me.  She tells me no so I sit down next to her.   All of a sudden she starts telling me everything.  She tells me that she always sits here motionless and no one says hi that everyone thinks she’s weird.  She tells me that she’s just shy and that I was the only one who didn't talk about her. Then she asks if I have ever seen her any where else before.  I say no. Then she gets all teary and tells me that she is an actor on a show called “Life Sucks as we know it.”  She tells me that she goes to my school and that even though she’s in the popular crowd no one important notices her like me.  After she smiles and says I’m Christine.  All of a sudden she leans over and kisses me.  It was really stunning.  I came here just to get my life in order and get all my worries out.  Then the person I have seen everyday talks to me and then kisses me. After she smiles and says I’m Christine.  And I say in a stunned voice “I’m John!”   After I introduce I say to her that I have to go back home and she says she was sorry about the kiss that she didn't know what came over her.  I told her it was great then left.  As I go she calls after me thanks for talking to her.  All of a sudden I feel a rush of love come into my heart.  3

When I get home I sit in my bed replaying what happened.  After that walk tonight some how I wasn't worried about whatever I was worried about anymore.  The next day I see Christine and walk up to her and say hey to her, we walk off from the popular group and start talking.  She told me all of her friends watched the show but she didn’t know any one else who did.  She felt like she was only popular because she was an actor.  She also she was really sorry about what happened last night and I told her it was all good we all get caught up in the moment once in a lifetime.  I don’t really know what comes over me but I suddenly ask her out on a date but I mean I feel like I know her.  But I barely know her.  Even though we just met she still says yes.  One part of me is happy and then the other is like what is going on here.  It is the weirdest thing that ever has happened to me in my life.4

We planned to meet after class where I first started to talk to her on that bench where she kissed me and where I left her thinking in the dark night.  Forever I will love that bench.  The bell rings and we leave each other to go to our classes, my next period, English, I give my friends notes to tell them who I am going out with and they all write back that I’m crazy that she’s really weird, but they barely know her.  I write back that they are retards, that she is popular, very pretty, very nice, and if they say anything else about her that is hurtful that they are all dead.  Then they sent back crying smiles and a huge heart. I said back shut up you morons!  It was kind of funny to tell you the truth.5

After class we meet at the bench.  The first thing she does is gives me a kiss on the cheek.  Then I ask her if she wants to go somewhere to get something to eat.  We went to a restaurant right near our school called sweet peas.  We both get veggie sandwiches, which were great.  I had tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, onions, sliced carrots, cheeses and ranch salad dressing.  We also got milkshakes because there shakes are great.  I asked her what she wanted to do after high school and she said that she wanted to become a singer or a professional therapist. Then she asked me what I wanted to do and I told her that I wanted to get out of this city and find that one thing that everyone can do.  She told me it wasn’t about getting out of here but about maybe a fear and that maybe I was running away from it when I should face it.  After we left I took her home. 6

Now I’m home and thinking about what she said. “Maybe you’re running away from a fear.”  I know I was worried about something maybe that thing was what I was worried about.  But I don’t even know why I’m worried.  After I thought about it for a while I start my homework and by the time I’m finished I decide to do a quick workout then go to bed.  7

Always when I’m sleeping I always have lots of déjà vu’s.  Only they always happen.  When I see her at school I go up and say hi and we hang out before our first period.  “I was thinking about what you said yesterday”, I say “about how I wanted to run away from my fears.” “Well I don’t really know what my fears are but I always have dreams of my parent’s dieing.  They died and I was in a coma for about 3 months then when I woke up I went to go live with my friend Grant.  Ever since I have been begging God to let me see them and I was wondering do you believe in God.”  “Yes, I do believe in him but my parent’s do not sadly, so I barely go to church.” She answered “Oh well this might sound stupid but I think God has a plan for every person who believes in him, and I think he wanted me to meet you and some how your supposed to help me.  Maybe we should go out later and we can talk more about ourselves.” I say right as the bell rings.8