"Mom, how long does it take for a soul to find its way into our world again?"

"I'm not sure honey, it took me about a year before I managed to get here and another two of them before I finally found you and luckily you were able to see me right from the start." Her soft whisper answered my question, she'd appeared in front of me and now 'sat down' on the bed next to me and 'hugged' me as well as a ghost can hug a person.

"I just really miss him already, mom... Do you think he'll ever find me? Or even manage to get here?" I wiped away some of my tears, probably smearing my makeup more than I already had.

"Let's wait till after the funeral and see what happens, okay?" Mom spoke again, I think this is the longest conversation I've ever had with her if we count out the time where she told me about my still unknown dad when I was around 13 and fell in love for the first time.

"M'kay" I sniffed, mom 'kissed' me softly on the cheek, leaving a cold feeling before she disappeared again, letting the words 'I love you' hang in the air. I knew she was still here, I just couldn't see her.

Maybe this is the time to start an explanation of this weird unnatural situation, I'll start from the beginning.

My name is Emmylin James, I'm an orphan. I grew up with my mother by my side, even though she died when I was around two months... Yeah, I grew up as an orphan since I was the only one who could see her.

I've never met m dad and I don't know who he is either, mom told me that he left as soon as she got pregnant and she never wanted me to meet him so I never really asked about him since she said that he was a bad person... She fell in love with him back then tho and that resulted in me and her dying. Or not really her dying, she would probably have died anyways, she just wouldn’t have been a mother.

Mom didn't die because she gave birth to me, shit me not, she died of cancer at the age of 17, two months after she'd given birth to a healthy little girl. She died without any friends or family to take care of me so I became an orphan and about a year went by before she came back to me and have been there, right by my side ever since.

Of cause, all of this led to me being treated like a freak since I kept telling people how I was able to see ghosts and I walked around and spoke to myself. I didn’t speak to myself they were just too stupid to see the ghost right in front of them. But I grew up as the eternal freak whom became the victim of bullying and thus.

Psychologist was also a word I knew far too well since I grew up having to talk to one every fucking day, cause it was unnatural to see ghosts and blah blah blah. Idiots.

Trough many years of hell, music had been my only escape and the instant I got my drivers license and gained enough money to take my car and simply leave; I did it, I think I was about seventeen then.

I was 19 when I met him for the first time. It had been weird ever since I turned eighteen since that made me older than my mother’s figure when she appeared in front of me.

I had just been kicked out of my own fucking band after about one and a half year since I apparently were a bitch... Which I guess was right but whatever. It’s normal to be a bitch when people are so ignorant and stupid as these ones. Fact: A lack of sleep and people nagging you all the time simply leads to bitchyness, don't blame me.

I had this friend; Jay, she was a few years older than me but an amazing chick, she was a really great friend and fun to hang around. Apparently Jay decided to throw a party since some of her friends just got home from a world tour and vice versa. She was really popular, knowing countless bands and musicians in LA. Of cause she also decided to drag me along and I gladly followed, told my mom that I was going out and I'd kill her if she followed me and headed off to a party. What's a better way to forget that your possible future have just been ruined earlier the same day than getting hammered?



"Em I hope you're dressed cause people are showing up!" Jay called at me just as I'd decided not to do anymore to my hair than I had already.

"Yeah, I'm ready in a few" I shouted back at her, looking myself over in the mirror for the last time. I had my - at the moment green - hair in two side ponytails and a fair amount of eyeliner lined my eyes. I usually didn't really wear makeup but I was angry earlier and when I'm angry, I cry. I was in black skinnies and an All Time Low tee, oh I missed those guys.

I walked into the living room to find Jay talking to five guys I'd never seen before, or maybe I'd seen their faces on posters n shit, but never really payed any attention to them.

Four of them had long black hair and they were all dressed in black clothes, looking pretty rad to be honest. The last one was dressed in black like the others but his hair was a lot shorter and brown, he was fucking tall too... Or I was just abnormally short BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT! Blame the genes that I don’t know.

I didn't have the time to say hi to them cause someone knocked the door again and as I opened, I was attacked by one of my closer female friends, she'd also been gone for long, touring in Europe and shit.

"When did you get back here?" I asked with a laugh after she finally let go of me.

"Oh I've been home for a few days, just relaxing you know, catching up with family and such" I hugged her again and dragged her with me over to Jay who'd now left the black guys to themselves... Like they were dressed in black, not that they were black, I’m not a racist, don’t worry.

More people showed up and it didn't take me much time before things started to make no sense to me, I blame the alcohol.

"You remind me of some dark world Peter Pan" I slurred at the shot haired of the guys in black, he told me his name earlier but I couldn't remember it, I was horrible at names anyways.

"Peter, that's your name, right?" I asked aw grabbed a pillow from the couch next to us, already planning how to be funny or whatever, I found it funny.

"No, I'm And-" he couldn't finish his sentence since I cut him off.

"Anyways, Peter, I have a pillow, look" with those words, I smashed the pillow into his head with a weird laugh. The Peter guy grabbed another pillow and tried to hit me but I managed to dug just before he hit me and instead he hit another of the guys in black. This guy wasn't nearly as tall as the Peter-guy but he was still taller than me, he also looked older than the Peter-guy with some Native American in him or something. At this point, I was already laughing like a maniac.

He yelled something about the Peter-guy messing up his hair and face before grabbing my pillow and tossing it after the Peter-guy, instead hitting Jay who was standing in the other end of the room.

That's when hell broke loose and everyone started throwing pillows and other things at each other... Oh I love being drunk!

Notes

And your beloved Lennie returns with a new story like promised! Tho I'm not beloved but yeah...

This story is a lot different from everything else I've ever written so sorry if I have any major mistakes in events and skills or if I repeat myself a lot trough the story, I still don't know how long it'll be but I have a plan for it (for a change) and I'm really digging it ^^

I'm also starting on a boarding school 3 days so I won't be able to update as frequent as I wish but don't worry, I will update and I already have like six chapters ready that I just need to edit (I'm also editing this for a change, I'm actually really serious about this one c: )

Soo what'cha thinking?!? I like it even tho the first chapter is pretty short cx

Also I want to make something like a competiton for you guys or something... hmmmm... I'll have to think about that >_< If you have any ideas, then just speak up^^

... I'll leave now, with the note about how addicted I've become of TV-series... ooops... yup ._.

Bye ^^

Lennie Out!