Night Walker

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Night Walker


I tossed and turned in my bed for the second hour tonight. I wanted sleep, I needed sleep but it kept on eluding me. The events from earlier today continuously played over and over in my head, driving me mad. I could still see Chris, my so-called fiancé pinning our history professor to her desk. Her skirt lifted up and thong down along with Chris’s hands exploring the area between her legs. The images I saw in that classroom will forever be burned into my mind and forever make my stomach turn.
Chris and I, Kana C. Field went to the same college and took the same classes. It was the perfect setting. Go to college, be independent, get an apartment, and fine your dream guy. The first of the plan had worked out. I am doing well in college, have a job and my own apartment and the cherry on the cake fell in love with my perfect guy. To bad Chris didn’t have the same dream. No it seemed my love and pussy wasn’t good enough for the bastard! God I hated him now and lord did I still love him.
I hadn’t said anything when I found them or did they notice my presence. I quickly ran out before they could notice. I hadn’t cried when returning to my small apartment but as soon as I was safely behind closed doors I lets the dams break, tears, cursing, and utter depression. Now here I am lying on my side, eyes red as blood not their brown color, feeling like shit. My dark brown hair clinging to my face, and skin stained with tear trails.
Maybe I shouldn’t say anything to him? Maybe I should pretend nothing happened and go on with Chris? I thought miserably, but like on cue, cold, glowing gray eyes stared at me from the dark.
I gave an inner flinch as the eyes appeared from nowhere. I have gotten so used to those eyes and their master from popping up it doesn’t surprise me anymore. I just stared at them entranced. The room got colder to the point I cold see my own breath. A shiver ran up my spine as all the hairs at the back of my neck stood on all ends. The gray eyes started to drift towards me until their master was bathing in the pale silver light of the moon.
It is hard to see his features when he is translucent but I’ve seen him so many times that I already know what he looks like. High cheek bones, a smooth face with a thin scar on his right cheek, six-one, slender but tone, short black hair that barely went passed his neck but long dangly bands hung around his face going to his eyelashes with two strands coming down to his chin, and of course those striking gray eyes. He wore simple loose jeans and a button up long sleeved shirt.
This is Len my roommate and resident ghost of my apartment building, but haunting my apartment happens to be his favorite thing to do. He looked down at me with a frown plastered on his handsome face.
“Don’t give that look Len” I replied dryly turning to my other side “I don’t want to deal with you”

As soon as I turned to my other side there he was staring down at me his eyes darkening, burning into mine. He doesn’t like to be ignored. I only glared in response.
God he can be such a pain.

In any case I closed my eyes in hope of falling asleep and not dealing with Len, but I already knew that my plan would fail for two reasons; one, being that I am too upset to sleep and second, Len doesn’t give up easily. The counter attack from Len didn’t take long. I felt the sheet covering me slip off, exposing my warm legs to the cold. However, still I kept my eyes shut. Icily fingers trailed down my uncover arms, making me flinch. But I wasn’t going to cave in, haven’t lost the game yet. The touching stopped which could mean one of two things, either he was giving up or rethinking his tactics.
I nearly screamed when I felt a cold hand on my thigh, luckily I only yelped. However, the hand didn’t stop I felt it slowly rise and slip under my nightgown and rest on my waist. I felt my body was slowly turning to ice. I sat up glaring at Len who now had a smirk on his face.
“Damn it! Fine! You want to know what’s bugging me? I’ll tell you!” I exclaimed “I found Chris fucking my history professor on her desk! Are you happy now?” I yelled. I had to admit it felt good to tell someone even if he was dead.
Len’s eyes went wide. “Well now you know so let me sleep,” I replied annoyed grabbing my sheet and burying myself in it and closing my eyes. A moment later I felt a hand caress my face. I opened my eyes to see grays eyes filled with sorrow looking down at me.
“It hurts Kana, don’t hide it” came his soft yet deep voice.
“Thanks for stating the obvious” I retorted. I knew he trying to help but I didn’t want sympathy.

“I’m not giving you sympathy,” he answered. It was creepy how in knew what I was thinking. “I’m giving you comfort”
“I know but…I just rather forget about it okay” He eyes suddenly turned fierce.
“You are not thinking of forgiving him!” he hissed, succeeding in making me shudder.
“I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully. On one hand I hated Chris for this betrayal and wanted nothing more than to rip his dick off, but I did still love him. So truthfully I wasn’t sure what I going to do. I knew forgiveness wouldn’t settle well with Len and I had to live with him. In any case the answer I gave him didn’t please him in the least bit. Len disappeared and a heavy force landed on me. Len appeared straddling me, hands either side of my head. Len had a temper and death hadn’t cooled it. He eyes burned into mine.
“Don’t be one of those worthless women that go back to their men like beaten dogs to their masters to receive more abuse. You are better than that Kana” I whispered dangerously “ You don’t need him, you have me”
I couldn’t keep my anger in check. Len had to stop interfering.
“I hate to break to you but Chris at least has a pulse, I’m not sure what I will do but its none of your business what I do!” I spat.
“ So having a heartbeat doesn’t mean the gift of life should be wasted on scum like that! Also as long as you live in MY apartment I have a right to interfere! I forbid you to forgive him”
“I’m not a fucking chair! You don’t own me Len. Your dead! You know I might just take Chris back just to spite you!” May be a little harsh on my part but it made my blood boil when Len talked like I was a procession of his. Just because I could see him and talk to him didn’t mean I was his personal slave to order around. But clearly I had touched a nerve with the last comment. His eyes burned with anger that I was expecting fireballs to fly out.
“Really…” he stated in a calm tone that worried me more than his anger. “In that case I will personally take care of this problem”
“What…what the hell are you talking about?” I asked feeling dread fill me.
“No one hurts what’s mine. He will pay dearly for what he has done to you,” He stated dangerously.
“Wait what are talking about?” I asked but Len had faded away and weight left me. Warmth slowly drifted back into the room singling that the entity had gone.
Now I have only known my ghost for a year and still wasn’t sure what he could do. I did know that he could become less of a ghost and more real if he wanted to. Then again I didn’t know much about ghosts. I once read that ghosts can’t hurt you.
So what hell is he going to do? I thought, maybe he’ll scare the shit out of Chris.

That thought actually made feel happy, Chris deserve it, and he deserved more. I made my mind and talk to him. This could be the end of our relationship.

The problem is I didn’t know how real that statement was. Death sometimes can’t stop person.