Numbered

I was ten when my granny died and I realized two things: one, some who walk among us are dead and two, only I, at least in my town, could see them. Yes, of course it scared me who wouldn’t be a 10 year old, watching spirits wander cluelessly, some have come to terms as to what’s really going on, Most accepted it at least that’s what had to have happened because a lot I’ve seen one day and then gone the next so it’s safe to assume that they’ve moved on right? Now much older and having a better sense about my “dead“situation I’ve learned to avoid and blend into the “living society”,but it’s the ones who can’t accept their passing that I try to avoid most,and I feel I’ve been successful for the most part, until now that is, I knew from the moment we made eye contact that she wasn’t part of the living, but being the idiot that I am, I just had to keep staring into them eyes, A beautiful honey, brown light color that reflected the sun so perfectly, at that moment I only seen life, I fell hypnotized when I looked into them eyes, What was fear, was now acceptance, I noticed the many self inflicted scars up and down her arms and felt pity for her, foolishly I reached out to wipe a tear that was rolling away from her beautiful eye but was unsuccessful, this only Highthend my ambition to want to connect with this soul, To understand her pain and her loss and her reason for coming to this end, again losing myself in her eyes losing my grip with reality I found myself lost in a telepathic like conversation with her, I also got a little taste of her pain, an imprinted flash of her exit, A time way before mine A slow, but peaceful death. what took her down this path was heavily on my mind, just as I built up the courage to ask, she responded with, “I lived a good life, I traveled and searched for heaven on Earth, I laughed and I cried, I loved and I’ve lost, I dreamed of a world full of happiness and love, only to wake up in Hell!” I admired her vulnerability and also her courage , again she pulled away as I reached for a tear, grabbing my wrist to stop me I felt the cold but welcoming taste of death, a sort of comfort that I experienced myself before, but never taken the next step, brought me back to my own little dance with the devil, young and angry but never really able to go down that route, fumbling for the right words to say I introduced myself “I’m Raymond” “I know“ she replied back almost instantly “I have come for YOU……