PrincessMitchi

The days passed so slowly that she could hear the seconds ticking off in what seemed like hours. Tick tick tick. Sighing, the pretty red-haired girl rolled over in her bed. It had only been a week. A lousy, slow, stupid week since she had died. But here she was, sitting in bed, tucked under the comforter and snuggling into the pillow of her still-living husband. Why had she put herself into this sort of nightmare? Why had she /insisted/? Now she lay miserably in their shared bed wishing desperately that she had given in. "It will be romantic," she had said, "Won't it be something when we're reunited in twenty years?" "No," he had replied, "

Christoph had been dating Elizabeth for a few weeks when he came upon her and another boy in the hallway at school. To her credit, she wasn't really doing anything to egg the boy on, but the boy… well, Christoph could feel his blood boiling. As soon as the boy had left, Christoph swept in to talk to his red-haired beauty. After making sure she wasn't planning on going out with the charming (and better looking, in Christoph's opinion) boy, he secured a date with her for Saturday night. There was a fair in town, one of the ones with the rides and a petting zoo and plenty of carnival games to play and win prizes at. Christoph himself wasn

The dawn pokes through the windows in the kitchen and I know that I've been out for too long. That is, in my opinion I've been out for too long because Charlie and May don't care where I go or how long I am as long as I call if I'll be gone for more than a day or so. I glance at the clock on the stove and realize May will be getting up any second. She gets up early even though she does not attend school. She did not see the point in continuing, I remember, when she was about fifty years old. I think it bothers her that she can't ever graduate, since she's stuck as a small child. It reminds me of that episode of Batman with the woman who's in

On Monday Christoph didn't even see Elizabeth. He figured she had stayed home ill, but soon the day was over, and then Tuesday came. The same thing happened. Elizabeth was missing in action. Towards the end of Wednesday, Christoph was starting to get nervous. There were two possible reasons he had not seen his red-haired beauty. One: She was dead and her parents hadn't bothered to call him. Two: She was avoiding him and doing it very, very well. Paranoia kicked in halfway through fifth period and he decided that reason two seemed to be most possible. After the class, he burst out into the hall, determined to find her and explain why he react

Elizabeth was quite a beautiful young girl. She always looked clean and pleasant, with her hair done and dressed in the latest styles. Christoph, in fact, had had his eyes on her all year. He wasn't the only one of course, and he often saw her with a beau or two. There wasn't much he could do, though, since he had never really talked to her. Even still, Christoph found that he would sit for hours and think of her, imagining her pretty smile directed at him, her soft hands touching his arm instead of those other boy's. This was all pretend, however, and he couldn't stand that. He had her in almost all of his classes, since they were in the sam

I love my husband. I always have, ever since I first laid eyes on him. Well, I knew I was interested when I first saw him, anyway. I didn't love him until a little later. I remember that my first impression of him was that he was needlessly cruel. I had just died and he was yelling at me for skipping on work to buy a cardigan. But when I spoke to him, really spoke to him, I realized that there was /something/ under all that cruelty, and I loved him for it. I don't think /he/ remembers so much, but he didn't used to be autistic. I think Allison added that in later. The night we spent together when I first died has been glorified, I'm sure, in