Silenced Love

My long bronze hair swung behind me as I took off down the hallway, the warning bell sounding and my heart thumping faster. Crap. What else could go wrong today? I woke up an hour late, missed my ride to school, had to run through the pouring rain two miles, and had soiled my entire outfit. I looked like I'd come straight out of one of those horror movies. But of course, before I could even question if anything might go wrong, I saw a little peice of paper taped to the front of my locker. I got  notes from friends all the time, but they usually stuck them inside the locker. Smart, eh? So I was curious. I ripped the folded peice of composition paper from my dull red locker and opened it quickly, emerald eyes widening as I read the familiar, sloppy handwriting.

Ana,

Sorry but I can't do this anymore. 
We gotta break up.
-Todd

It was scribbled like he'd wrote it fast too. What the hell? Of course. Of COURSE! I slammed my head against the locker which made a loud thunking noise, and then yelped as I realized I probably would have a bruise right in the middle of my forehead. Great, just great. I twisted in my combination with shaking hands, trying to keep the tears from coming. Who breaks up in a note? Taped to the front of my locker? Apparently Todd. I tried not to think of  him, and yanked open the locker, grabbing my stuff angrily, and yelping when my heavy history book landed on my foot. I jumped away from the book and bit my lip tightly, clenching my fists furiously. Seriously? I leaned over to pick up the book and heard something behind me. When I stood back up...that was when I heard it.
"Having some trouble?"
It was a boy's voice. Someone about my age, 16 or older, and he sounded like he was making fun of me. I whirled around to yell at who ever it was that dared make my morning even worse than it already was, and was startled to see that...there was no one. Great. So now you hearing things. I sighed, trying to tell myself that it was nothing and turning around to walk to my first period.
"Why in such a hurry?"
I jumped when I heard the voice again, whipping my head around to glare at whoever was playing this cruel joke on me. It was not one bit funny.
"Get the hell away from me." I muttered, turning back around, not bothering to smooth the peice of damp fiery red hair that had blocked my view on my right ride.
Then I felt it. The gentlest touch, it felt like...the wind...but it was something...and it touched my shoulder. Like someone had put a hand on my shoulder.
"Wh-" I slowly turned around, and screamed when I saw him. What the heck? Was I going crazy now?! A transparent, floating....guy! He was dressed in a Tye-Die T-shirt and bell bottom jeans. Obviously straight out of the 70's. Oh.My.Gosh. Now I was seeing things. Was I dreaming?
"shhh!" I heard him mutter, putting a finger to  his lips. I tried to slow my breathing as he gestured me to follow him into an empty classroom, and I hesitated. Should I follow him? I must've been dreaming, so it was okay. Why not elongate the adventure? So I followed him, my whole body shaking. When I walked into the classroom, he looked at me. He didn't look scary. He looked...like a normal kid. He had soft hazel eyes and a full head of curly dark hair, and he looked rather...scared? Why was he scared? I was the one going crazy. Honestly!
"I'm sorry if I scared you." He muttered, looking ashamed of himself, like he had no idea what he was doing. Then I saw something that scared me most. On the front of his tye-die shirt, he had blood stains...bright red blood stains that at first I had just thought they were part of his shirt. But now that we were alone and I wasn't in so much shock...I could see. It scared the crap out of me! Wake me up from this nightmare! I wanted to run away but I was too frozen with fear.
"Who-" before I could finish asking my question I choked, trying to catch my breath and then looking at him again, trying to concentrate on his..rather handsome face. I finally mustered up the courage to talk.
"Who are you?" I said, my teeth latching onto my lower lip tightly, my body still trembling. He studied me for a second, taking in every detail of my very unflattering appearance. I saw him chuckle to himself which only made me more angry, and then folded my arms across my chest. I wasn't afraid of him. He wasn't going to hurt me. He didn't look like a very scary person, and didn't sound like one either.
"I'm William." He finally said, walking closer to me. I could see the rest of the room...through him. And this  was really creeping me out. "Call me Will." He muttered, looking at the ground resting a hand on the desk next to where I stood.
He looked at me like he expected an answer. His brilliantly bright eyes shining curiously as he looked at me.
"Yeah, I'm dead." He muttered, rolling his eyes and giving me a crooked smile. I felt little butterflies in my stomach at this, and questioned myself. Was I getting butterflies from...a...no. I wouldn't say it. I was dreaming. This wasn't real. If it was, I was late for history and was completely screwed. And then I remembered I'd left my books laying in the middle of the hallway.
Shit.

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